Apr 15, 2007 03:48
For some reason I wanted to write "make it happen" on my wristband.
We played a show tonight after having not played one in a long while. It was so-so. I guess I do okay in social situations. I don't know. I always feel like a freak. I smiled at a stranger and got a good reaction. I want to do it more often. I get tired of loading in and loading out. And my hand was all tired half way through the set. And when I got home, no one was there.
There's a certain kind of melancholia that comes from walking into an empty room after a night of performing. It's rather lonely to go from the inane chatter and loud music to the deafening silence of home. All you can do is sit and think.
It's not very rockstar.
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Lyrics for the evening:
Owen - She's A Thief
You put on your raincoat
'Cause it looks like it just might today
And you grab your keys
And you're out the door before you know where you're going
And if blame, as they say, is for God and little kids
Then you