post-gig

that was either one of the best gigs of my life or one of the worst.

the soundcard fuckin' died. yet again, after several hundred pounds of expenditure to just simply walk on and play our shit nice and clean and good, having worked and been tested, they turn the music down, turn the lights up and... nothing.

the laptop dies.

there is no closer emotion to disappointing 400+ people than being caught wanking, I swear to god.

still, we sort shit and we get on and we're distinctly more aggro for the fact shit fucked up.

I think that once we actually got the fuck on, we did well, except the last three screeches of 'cheap shot', which, inexplicably, I managed to pick random notes and miss even them. What a way to finish. Score.

anyway, gig done.

Mignon were friendly to us in soundcheck, then swiftly became really offish. When someone's friendly to you, you treat them in a friendly way, you do that and suddenly they look at you like you cracked a bad joke. I suddenly went from a feeling of cameraderie to really really uncomfortable. Tried to be friendly to them later, too.. lots... to get the same feeling of inferiority. Shame. She was really sweet in soundcheck and I enjoyed joshing, sharing a beer and the usual "allo, we're playing, too!". Fuck knows. I probably insulted their lineage.

Rico were fucking mindblowing.

Plus, Rico himself, the band, the entire fucking lot of 'em were stellar class gents, friendly, decent, interesting, funny, indulgent, basically, the nicest motherfuckers we've ever played with. Good enough to speak to us like people. I can't count how many other bands I'd looked forward to playing with, who had my utmost respect, but then wouldn't even make eye contact at the gig. It wrenches a bit. I like talking to other bands. Feels crappy when they saunter past and lock a stage door behind them. Happens a lot! But not, to my infinite happiness, with the Rico ensemble. Yis. 'Felt good. Really.

And, on top of this, I got to be fanboytastic at Gary, who was indulgent as ever, briefly met John Fryer again and talked about how, in a universe parallel to ours, I might be able to afford to get Rico to produce our next album.

Can't say enough good things about Rico and all involved with him.

Hope we did ourselves well once we started, feel shocking about the technicals to begin with (and that they should happen, seemingly, every big gig I have - god, I just want to play ONE gig I care about and not wind up pitching a sorrowful apology afterwards...), but I got a few minutes with an idol, a lot of good talk with musicians I rank to fuck and hopefully belted out a few decent numbers to boot.

My mind's a mash.

Time to crash.

Found the problem

So this is why the laptop crashed last night...

I bring you links

So many links do I bring.

You Have Bad Taste In Music - a man, a megaphone, a lot of bemused concert-goers being informed how apalling their taste in music is

Nicked from Lucifire and probably not worksafe, picture of Cthulu giving some lucky girl tentacle-head. Tastefully done!

Bill Maher: New Rules - extremely funny bit of topical comedy

Go to my friend's LJ and indulge in this worthy and stimulating poll regarding who should be in a remake of Flash Gordon. [EDIT]: that was a closed post. I am dumb.

PawSense - Catproof your computer! Plays a cat-repellant sound after detecting "cat typing". See, I'd have added a tracking mini-gun.

Politically, on the Red/Blue divide, we have this image on one side, this kind of opinion on the other. The former is funnier and understandable, the latter is reasonable and more likely to lead to some kind of harmony and progress.

Now I go to eat pie. And bathe. Possibly I shall bathe in pie.

a little poetry

Bounce

Where is the family
Of bastard reality?
It gets so lonely
Hitting ground
Dreams are relatives
Of happy fantasy
And they can hold me
Coming down

from me bestest mate messyscribbles