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It is over. The FAF gig is over.
Everything went wrong up to the performance. Everything. We were denied our planned setup time, and had to cut more from our routine because we had to set up during our timeslot. We didn't get video recordings of the show, or audio recordings. Nobody I invited showed up. Nobody. Grant's family came, Cole's family and some of his friends came. Good for them, I guess.
Ken came and helped move and setup, and was the sound tech. Many, many thanks to him for that.
But the burden is lifted, the event is over. Murphy and his law worked me and my band over in almost every way possible. But we made it through.
We got some good cheers, and I think we played well. But playing to an audience of almost complete strangers kind of has an empty feeling to it. But there's nothing I can do about that.
And now, there is nothing. I could pick up my acoustic right now and start playing. I could go put the studio back to together.
I could not put the studio back together. I could put my guitars away. I could take up a new instrument, or just not play an instrument. I can walk away and stay away as long as I want now. But I won't think too hard on that, because I'm too tired to think clearly.
Even though you weren't there, I was playing for you. I'm sorry you couldn't hear it.
Everything went wrong up to the performance. Everything. We were denied our planned setup time, and had to cut more from our routine because we had to set up during our timeslot. We didn't get video recordings of the show, or audio recordings. Nobody I invited showed up. Nobody. Grant's family came, Cole's family and some of his friends came. Good for them, I guess.
Ken came and helped move and setup, and was the sound tech. Many, many thanks to him for that.
But the burden is lifted, the event is over. Murphy and his law worked me and my band over in almost every way possible. But we made it through.
We got some good cheers, and I think we played well. But playing to an audience of almost complete strangers kind of has an empty feeling to it. But there's nothing I can do about that.
And now, there is nothing. I could pick up my acoustic right now and start playing. I could go put the studio back to together.
I could not put the studio back together. I could put my guitars away. I could take up a new instrument, or just not play an instrument. I can walk away and stay away as long as I want now. But I won't think too hard on that, because I'm too tired to think clearly.
Even though you weren't there, I was playing for you. I'm sorry you couldn't hear it.