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May. 6th, 2002 09:02 pmThe Day from Hell.
ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Am still unbelievably ill with the flu. Hurrah.
Travel to north London in extreme pain and discomfort for performance which I know I will not be able to take part in, but must go there anyway, as if I don't everyone will hate me.
Arrive to find venue has not even bothered to bring our posters and flyers to advertise this gig as well as our big show on the 27th. Am bloody furious!! They make no apologizes and show how much they obviously don't give a damn about us and our shows. Thank GOD I thought to bring along my own personal stack of flyers, so at least a few people will know who we are and what we are doing at the May Faire. Still not enough though, and seethe quietly (would not be so quiet if I actually had a voice and could make any sound other than a croak).
As I can not sing along with the others the set goes badly - people forget the words, get lost, and are distracted by the crowds ignoring our singing. Great.
Also have to compete with other bands warming up from the main stage, so it is even harder to hear our singing. Hurrah.
Elizabethan music set goes terribly. Everyone relieved is over. Curse self for being ill. Damn damn and blast.
Next set, musical theatre songs: stage where we are to perform (well, everyone but me as I am of course still ill - ask to be given permission to go home but am refused - WHY? Can not sing with others so what is the point of me being here?? Siiiiiiiiigh) is too small and in horribly incovenent place. Also discover quite quickly when set begins that the mics are not on. What kind of morons run this place anyway! Sound guy finally get a clue and turns up mics, only to have the most ear splitting feedback scream out of the speakers. This continues for two song. Mics finally get turned down, only now you can't hear anyone singing. Turn up mics...yep, you guessed it, the killer feedback has returned. People who might want to listen are walking away in disgust from obnoxious feedback and/or no volume microphones. Oh joy, oh joy.
Set finally over, everyone leaps off stage and kicks whatever is nearest in anger and frustration over horrific day. Sigh wearily and start long schlep back home.
Decide to catch cab home from station as am too exhausted to walk - bastard cabbie wants to charge me almost *5 pounds* to travel the half mile from the train station to my house. ARRGGHHHHHH. Desperately want to cough and spit foul things all over his backseat for being such a wanker. Instead give him four pounds as that is all I have (and for dropping me off not at my house but 2 blocks away! ARSE!)
So depressed. So aching and ill from bloody flu which refuses to go away. Hate life.
Cannot cope. Off to Mordor.
ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Am still unbelievably ill with the flu. Hurrah.
Travel to north London in extreme pain and discomfort for performance which I know I will not be able to take part in, but must go there anyway, as if I don't everyone will hate me.
Arrive to find venue has not even bothered to bring our posters and flyers to advertise this gig as well as our big show on the 27th. Am bloody furious!! They make no apologizes and show how much they obviously don't give a damn about us and our shows. Thank GOD I thought to bring along my own personal stack of flyers, so at least a few people will know who we are and what we are doing at the May Faire. Still not enough though, and seethe quietly (would not be so quiet if I actually had a voice and could make any sound other than a croak).
As I can not sing along with the others the set goes badly - people forget the words, get lost, and are distracted by the crowds ignoring our singing. Great.
Also have to compete with other bands warming up from the main stage, so it is even harder to hear our singing. Hurrah.
Elizabethan music set goes terribly. Everyone relieved is over. Curse self for being ill. Damn damn and blast.
Next set, musical theatre songs: stage where we are to perform (well, everyone but me as I am of course still ill - ask to be given permission to go home but am refused - WHY? Can not sing with others so what is the point of me being here?? Siiiiiiiiigh) is too small and in horribly incovenent place. Also discover quite quickly when set begins that the mics are not on. What kind of morons run this place anyway! Sound guy finally get a clue and turns up mics, only to have the most ear splitting feedback scream out of the speakers. This continues for two song. Mics finally get turned down, only now you can't hear anyone singing. Turn up mics...yep, you guessed it, the killer feedback has returned. People who might want to listen are walking away in disgust from obnoxious feedback and/or no volume microphones. Oh joy, oh joy.
Set finally over, everyone leaps off stage and kicks whatever is nearest in anger and frustration over horrific day. Sigh wearily and start long schlep back home.
Decide to catch cab home from station as am too exhausted to walk - bastard cabbie wants to charge me almost *5 pounds* to travel the half mile from the train station to my house. ARRGGHHHHHH. Desperately want to cough and spit foul things all over his backseat for being such a wanker. Instead give him four pounds as that is all I have (and for dropping me off not at my house but 2 blocks away! ARSE!)
So depressed. So aching and ill from bloody flu which refuses to go away. Hate life.
Cannot cope. Off to Mordor.