We had a really good gig on Friday night. It was possibly the most enjoyable gig we have done since the Frictionless Man started. Even though there were some wobbles technically the vibe and groove were really smooth and musical. The audience really liked it, they clapped and danced and went woo. It was a really good crowd with plenty of people pushing to the front to see. It was nice to just stand for a moment and listen to the applause and realise that it is a wonderful sound. When you let yourself enjoy the audience’s response it makes all the hard work and sore fingers feel worth it. All in all I think we’ve both taken an enormous boost from it all and we’re feeling really confident that we are both playing well and getting better and the music we’re making now is something pretty special.
Thanks to the King of Despair for letting us play. They played a great set, fuelling the great summertime vibe of the night. I was almost tempted to get up and dance, which is saying something. What a great way to spend your Friday night.
It’s Monica’s birthday on Thursday, which is the same night as the Satori gig, so we’re off to the Tavern to celebrate. Apparently they are doing a live recording that night, so we will have our best crowd noise voices on. Hopefully the weather will hold and there will be plenty of people there for them. It will be nice to go to the Tavern not carrying a load of equipment as well, so we can enjoy Satori without sore backs and shoulders.
If anyone has any suggestions as to how to stop bass players watching World Cup football when they should be working on new basslines will they please let me know. Not that it has anything to do with anyone I know...
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Hey, don't think you can escape a sore back that easily! I want you to give me a piggy-back on stage throughout the entire gig. It can be our way of needlessly accentuating Antony's shortness. Plus, you can hand me my saxes when I need to change over.
Actually, it may not be such a good idea, you would probably die.
I'm sure I can pick up a saxomophone. They're made out of plastic and sweets after all. And they have a bag of bees inside to make the sound.
I mean the piggy-back idea. I am, as you often kindly remark, 'quite heavy'.
That's a needlessly self-deprecating comment. Couldn't you just call yourself 'Corpulently Blessed'?
I suppose that's preferable to 'morbidly obese'.
that's a misnomer I know tons of people that are fat enough to die, and yet they seem to barrel on through life regardless.
I know a lot of people who carry most of their fat where their brain should be.
I do too. This planet is too shit to live. I say we just take off and nuke the site from orbit.
It's the only way to be sure.
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