And that's now _not_ to do it.
Jun. 28th, 2008 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
solarbirdI need an icon for when a gig sucks.
First set, we kind of stank up the place. Rehearsal in the AM went pretty well, but then we got there and played like we'd never met before. Second set was significantly better, after a break, but still not great.
I dunno why; it was stinking hot, which does make me stupid so couldn't have been helping, and they had us play right in the sun, so we couldn't keep instruments in tune for more than about one song. (Literally. First set, we kinda put up with it until we had to stop, second sent we were retuning every song.) Plus, there was this weird gusting wind that wasn't really enough to cool us off - much less keep the instruments from inventing new keys - but was more than enough to knock things over - repeatedly - and screw with my ability to keep tone control over my flutes. Still, the show went on.
A friend of mine (who does this for reals) told me there'd be gigs like this, and he was right, and I was prepared, but god damn, it's the kind of thing where you just want to slink away and never appear in a venue again. We did get some applause second set (no, not sarcastic, we also got more money), so I guess they sympathised. But damn that sucked.
First set, we kind of stank up the place. Rehearsal in the AM went pretty well, but then we got there and played like we'd never met before. Second set was significantly better, after a break, but still not great.
I dunno why; it was stinking hot, which does make me stupid so couldn't have been helping, and they had us play right in the sun, so we couldn't keep instruments in tune for more than about one song. (Literally. First set, we kinda put up with it until we had to stop, second sent we were retuning every song.) Plus, there was this weird gusting wind that wasn't really enough to cool us off - much less keep the instruments from inventing new keys - but was more than enough to knock things over - repeatedly - and screw with my ability to keep tone control over my flutes. Still, the show went on.
A friend of mine (who does this for reals) told me there'd be gigs like this, and he was right, and I was prepared, but god damn, it's the kind of thing where you just want to slink away and never appear in a venue again. We did get some applause second set (no, not sarcastic, we also got more money), so I guess they sympathised. But damn that sucked.
