Our band is so rock 'n roll, we have gigs canceled an hour before the show. That's how damn rock 'n roll we are. \m/
(That's the keyboard symbol for metal fingers \w/ or \m/ by the way, in case you aren't privy. Picture a rockin' out Beavis and Butthead with fore and pinkie fingers extended, middle fingers bent in like a fist. Yes, this is the dorkiest metal explanation ever.)
Anyway, the story is that a band, or loose group of regular open-mic'ers, plays at this cafe every third Saturday of the month. So much that they don't even bother to write them on the schedule anymore. And the manager who booked us has since left. Much confusion. When the other musicians showed up, we got a call saying we'd been double-booked. We passed on the make-up offer to play "20 minutes or so." The place was nice about it, and offered to pay us anyway -- no small gesture for a wee coffee shop, I reckon -- but it was still a pretty bad gaffe. Still, we'll be back next month -- March 22 I believe.
That night, I already had a car full of drums in the 10-degree night. I was kind of ready to play, anywhere, after running through half the songs in my head during the afternoon nap.
Kind of funny how amped up you get to perform in public, no matter how small the play or event. We had that nervous energy going, and no place to apply it. So we compared nervous/adrenaline-handling routines over dinner. How it's like a play, but different. There's a script, but it's a bit more malleable. No blocking on stage. No fear that your partner has completely forgotten their lines and is about to wig out on stage.
The comparison was made between performing and sex -- getting canceled an hour before show time was like thinking you're about to have sex and then ... not. A certain potential energy now needs an outlet. When I nodded and reminded my sister, "Yeah, you said you were gearing up for it all day," my better half then chimed in: "Must not be TOO much like sex, then."
As you may have noticed, the site has changed. Sampa, the free-site host, did a version 2 of some sort.
Despite an FAQ that made it sound like allowing one's site to go through v.2 surgery would be okay, there were several flexibilities that surprisingly disappeared with the click of a button. (e.g. I cannot believe sidebars like this one are even narrower than before.)
And I'm told -- miraculously! -- that the conversion cannot be undone. Truth be told, I'm actually quite pissed. But free is free. Sampa has otherwise been good to me.
So I need to sort through site "features" to see how I can make do. Except that I don't have the time at the moment, in the middle of graduate classes and Lighthousehockey.com. (btw, I've removed that Lighthouse RSS feed so that you're not clogged with random Islanders hockey gibberish).
But I promise to touch up the accessories when I get a chance, and return to irregularly scheduled blogging.
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February, 2008