Rock n Roll Tragedy
feel very strange today.
a really horrible thing happened last night, to date, definitely the saddest thing that's ever happened to me in the context of my performing career and I'm right now I'm feelin pretty black blue as a result...
after a week of rushing around like a crazy lady all week, desperately trying to get everything ready for the maiden voyage of my new glorious Giant Pink Guitar Show, finally the day had arrived for its debut at a Studio 54 party at the Shunt Vaults. The Guitar had literally had its final coat of glitter the night before and was looking ridiculously beautiful and I was just humming with excitement about performing it for the first time. had a final day of zooming around, picking up my edited soundtrack, meeting the van at Cordy House to transport the Guitar, a two hour tech run at the venue, a last minute dash to Hackney to pick up my costume from Rachie, before heading back to Shunt to get ready...
the cabaret was delayed by about 45 minutes and the audience (a rather revolting array of shit-faced office workers 'slumming it' at a 'squat-chic' venue) was pretty messy by the time me, Dusty, Ryan and Russella headed over to the stage...I was standing in the wings in all my finery, watching Ryan's show and literally about to go on stage when I noticed the Guitar looked wrong and was sitting at a strange angle on its stand. I frantically called the stage manager over, who sheepishly informed me that, despite my explicit instructions, the guitar had been left alone without anyone guarding it while the cabaret had been delayed, and that when he'd returned he found people climbing all over it and bouncing up and down on the neck. he said that it had "looked funny" but had tried to correct it and for obscure reasons of his own had decided not to inform me of what had happened. I took one look at it and could see that the stand had been bent and forced through the wood at the bottom of the guitar and was, to use a technical term; completely fucked, turned on my heel and ran blindly backstage where I promptly dissolved into a puddle of mascara on the dressing room floor.
to their credit the venue knew they'd fucked up and have offered to pay for all repairs, plus their profuse apologies, but I'm just fucking gutted. that was my baby...4 months in the making, it was beautiful and perfect and I trusted them to look after it and it was left to be mauled by drunken idiots...and I never even got a chance to ride it.
:(
Joe says it can be fixed (in some ways it's lucky, he wasn't there cause all hell would've broken loose, but at the same time it never would've happened if he had been there) but I still feel like a negligent mother, even though there was nothing that I could have done...also I've always been pretty lucky in life, so there's part of me that's reeling that something like this could've happened! although I'm aware this is rather ridiculous.
however I do believe that good things are born from tough experiences and, as Joe pointed out, having a deadline to work towards, pushed the Guitar into being. and maybe the Guitar didn't want to have its maiden voyage in front of such a rotten, ignorant crowd.
today I will mostly be doing nice things for myself and begin the process of dusting myself off...I'm picking my baby up tomorrow and will take it back to the Batcave to be patched up.
onwards and upwards. always.
a really horrible thing happened last night, to date, definitely the saddest thing that's ever happened to me in the context of my performing career and I'm right now I'm feelin pretty black blue as a result...
after a week of rushing around like a crazy lady all week, desperately trying to get everything ready for the maiden voyage of my new glorious Giant Pink Guitar Show, finally the day had arrived for its debut at a Studio 54 party at the Shunt Vaults. The Guitar had literally had its final coat of glitter the night before and was looking ridiculously beautiful and I was just humming with excitement about performing it for the first time. had a final day of zooming around, picking up my edited soundtrack, meeting the van at Cordy House to transport the Guitar, a two hour tech run at the venue, a last minute dash to Hackney to pick up my costume from Rachie, before heading back to Shunt to get ready...
the cabaret was delayed by about 45 minutes and the audience (a rather revolting array of shit-faced office workers 'slumming it' at a 'squat-chic' venue) was pretty messy by the time me, Dusty, Ryan and Russella headed over to the stage...I was standing in the wings in all my finery, watching Ryan's show and literally about to go on stage when I noticed the Guitar looked wrong and was sitting at a strange angle on its stand. I frantically called the stage manager over, who sheepishly informed me that, despite my explicit instructions, the guitar had been left alone without anyone guarding it while the cabaret had been delayed, and that when he'd returned he found people climbing all over it and bouncing up and down on the neck. he said that it had "looked funny" but had tried to correct it and for obscure reasons of his own had decided not to inform me of what had happened. I took one look at it and could see that the stand had been bent and forced through the wood at the bottom of the guitar and was, to use a technical term; completely fucked, turned on my heel and ran blindly backstage where I promptly dissolved into a puddle of mascara on the dressing room floor.
to their credit the venue knew they'd fucked up and have offered to pay for all repairs, plus their profuse apologies, but I'm just fucking gutted. that was my baby...4 months in the making, it was beautiful and perfect and I trusted them to look after it and it was left to be mauled by drunken idiots...and I never even got a chance to ride it.
:(
Joe says it can be fixed (in some ways it's lucky, he wasn't there cause all hell would've broken loose, but at the same time it never would've happened if he had been there) but I still feel like a negligent mother, even though there was nothing that I could have done...also I've always been pretty lucky in life, so there's part of me that's reeling that something like this could've happened! although I'm aware this is rather ridiculous.
however I do believe that good things are born from tough experiences and, as Joe pointed out, having a deadline to work towards, pushed the Guitar into being. and maybe the Guitar didn't want to have its maiden voyage in front of such a rotten, ignorant crowd.
today I will mostly be doing nice things for myself and begin the process of dusting myself off...I'm picking my baby up tomorrow and will take it back to the Batcave to be patched up.
onwards and upwards. always.