I never thought I'd do a runner from my own gig but...
Morning,
I don't want to sound bitter and twisted...but I am, so that's how it comes out...
Last night I had a moment of what alcoholics call 'clarity'. The foundations were all there. A 'nice little bar' (that's my friend Bruno's quote) in Hoxton, I had two new songs to put in the set and I was generally feeling pretty good about myself. Then the first warning signs came in the form of some 'I can't make it down after all tonight after all' texts from my mates. Fair enough but it still unnerved me somewhat. The other warning signs quickly followed...
Grotty little bar, no bar staff, and quite possibly the most random, untalented, rag-tag (is that a word?) bunch of 'musicians' I've ever seen in my life. I was asked if I minded not having a sound-check and I thought, if I have to sit through this lot first then I'll take my chances and f*ck off to a pub until I'm due on stage. Which I did. Only to find a band already on stage when I was due on. Then another band, and then another. Apparently, the promoter had to 'juggle' the set list around. I can't describe the music really but I'll try. One bloke had a platted beard and a nelson Mandella t-shirt on. Highly technical and highly f*cking tedious. Someone else called 'Blue Rider', enough said. One guy managed to cart a full size keyboard on stage and sang songs with the lyrics, 'staring at this page I realise that life is just a stage' OH F*CK RIGHT OFF.
Anyway, TWO of my friends (Tom and Stuart) had made it down and they both looked like they wanted (a) to kill me (b) to kill the bands and (c) to kill themselves. My mate Stuart said 'This is the pits. Give this up. It's a waste of my time and yours'. He was right of course. I checked with all two of them and we decided to grab my equipment and nip out the side door. It was a thrill actually. Reminded me of doing one from a Pizza Express on Upper St years ago. Funnily enough, nobody run after us shouting 'Rescue Cat, don't deprive us of your uniquely introspective yet still commercial electro-acoustic music..'
There you go. I've decided to stop doing any more sh*tty open mic acoustic gigs, not that you care readers, seen as none of you come to them anyway. I might even try getting a band together which I'm obviously loathed to do seen as most musicians are complete and utter w*nkers. So, I have a strangely light feeling this morning, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Thank you Blue Rider, thank you Troy Bar, thank you Stuart, thank you Tom, thank you Africa, thank you India, THANK YOU, THANK YOU SILENCE!!!
Here's another photo of someone I wish I could be. I am trying...
Until the next gig, take care of yourselves, and each other,
RC x
I don't want to sound bitter and twisted...but I am, so that's how it comes out...
Last night I had a moment of what alcoholics call 'clarity'. The foundations were all there. A 'nice little bar' (that's my friend Bruno's quote) in Hoxton, I had two new songs to put in the set and I was generally feeling pretty good about myself. Then the first warning signs came in the form of some 'I can't make it down after all tonight after all' texts from my mates. Fair enough but it still unnerved me somewhat. The other warning signs quickly followed...
Grotty little bar, no bar staff, and quite possibly the most random, untalented, rag-tag (is that a word?) bunch of 'musicians' I've ever seen in my life. I was asked if I minded not having a sound-check and I thought, if I have to sit through this lot first then I'll take my chances and f*ck off to a pub until I'm due on stage. Which I did. Only to find a band already on stage when I was due on. Then another band, and then another. Apparently, the promoter had to 'juggle' the set list around. I can't describe the music really but I'll try. One bloke had a platted beard and a nelson Mandella t-shirt on. Highly technical and highly f*cking tedious. Someone else called 'Blue Rider', enough said. One guy managed to cart a full size keyboard on stage and sang songs with the lyrics, 'staring at this page I realise that life is just a stage' OH F*CK RIGHT OFF.
Anyway, TWO of my friends (Tom and Stuart) had made it down and they both looked like they wanted (a) to kill me (b) to kill the bands and (c) to kill themselves. My mate Stuart said 'This is the pits. Give this up. It's a waste of my time and yours'. He was right of course. I checked with all two of them and we decided to grab my equipment and nip out the side door. It was a thrill actually. Reminded me of doing one from a Pizza Express on Upper St years ago. Funnily enough, nobody run after us shouting 'Rescue Cat, don't deprive us of your uniquely introspective yet still commercial electro-acoustic music..'
There you go. I've decided to stop doing any more sh*tty open mic acoustic gigs, not that you care readers, seen as none of you come to them anyway. I might even try getting a band together which I'm obviously loathed to do seen as most musicians are complete and utter w*nkers. So, I have a strangely light feeling this morning, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Thank you Blue Rider, thank you Troy Bar, thank you Stuart, thank you Tom, thank you Africa, thank you India, THANK YOU, THANK YOU SILENCE!!!
Here's another photo of someone I wish I could be. I am trying...
Until the next gig, take care of yourselves, and each other,
RC x
posted by Rescue Cat at
2:23 AM
1 Comments:
Sad to hear you had a nightmare, but seems some good came of it after all.
Laugh out loud stuff - keep it up!
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