Plane Crash
Hey there friends, Romans, Countrymen, and anyone else who happens upon this entry,
I'm exhausted. The gig was less than optimal. Not monotarily. I made enough, and I'm happy with it.... I just had a tough audience, and a tough on-stage situation.
No audience participation. No one clapped... no one really did much of anything except sit around and listen. Most of them didn't even look at me. I mean... I understand that it's the nature of Coffee Shop gigs to be quiet and all... but Jeez Louise... at least clap for God's sake. Give me some indication that you're enjoying what you're hearing. (Obviously they were, because I sold CDs and there was cash in the tip jar.)
Anyway, not only the deadness of the crowd, but my heath started to deteriorate on stage... rapidly. I felt my voice grow dry and crackly, my nose started to run, and I felt like I was going to faint a couple times, but I had to keep going. The show must go on.
It's tough on me, though, to keep acting. To keep smiling when I really just want to go to bed. This isn't the case usually. Normally if someone hands me a gig, I jump on it and do it gladly. I love being on stage.... just not tonight. I was tired... and sort of depressed and aggressive. I guess I didn't really fully recover from my illness on time.
Oh well.
Life goes on.
I'm exhausted. The gig was less than optimal. Not monotarily. I made enough, and I'm happy with it.... I just had a tough audience, and a tough on-stage situation.
No audience participation. No one clapped... no one really did much of anything except sit around and listen. Most of them didn't even look at me. I mean... I understand that it's the nature of Coffee Shop gigs to be quiet and all... but Jeez Louise... at least clap for God's sake. Give me some indication that you're enjoying what you're hearing. (Obviously they were, because I sold CDs and there was cash in the tip jar.)
Anyway, not only the deadness of the crowd, but my heath started to deteriorate on stage... rapidly. I felt my voice grow dry and crackly, my nose started to run, and I felt like I was going to faint a couple times, but I had to keep going. The show must go on.
It's tough on me, though, to keep acting. To keep smiling when I really just want to go to bed. This isn't the case usually. Normally if someone hands me a gig, I jump on it and do it gladly. I love being on stage.... just not tonight. I was tired... and sort of depressed and aggressive. I guess I didn't really fully recover from my illness on time.
Oh well.
Life goes on.