OGG
Master of the Meh
@micwalt showed up, which was awesome.
Smallest crowd yet, worst overall performance (personally) yet.
My worst fears were realized pretty quickly when I discovered that my guitar patches that I spent many days reprogramming at home, all had wildly varying volume levels at show volume. All night was a back and forth battle with the master volume knob on the HD 500. But that only worked when I had an actual opportunity to bend down and adjust it, which between singing and playing, was rare.
My voice was fantastic. For about 5 songs, then it quickly began running out of steam. Clearly still not healthy after the nearly two month battle with bronchitis.
It was just one of those off nights. Guess I'm glad that only a few people saw it. By the second set, my voice was gone, we decided to ditch the play list and just go with whatever I called out.
I'ma kill me a muhfukin guitar player.
Since I knew I could no longer sing the hard songs, I called out and introduced an ICEHOUSE song (which is gravy to sing and is a lot of fun), the dirty bastard then launches into an ICICLE WORKS song which is nigh impossible on a good night.
I nearly shat.
Needless to say, that song turned out ugly.
No more Tuesday night shows.
Smallest crowd yet, worst overall performance (personally) yet.
My worst fears were realized pretty quickly when I discovered that my guitar patches that I spent many days reprogramming at home, all had wildly varying volume levels at show volume. All night was a back and forth battle with the master volume knob on the HD 500. But that only worked when I had an actual opportunity to bend down and adjust it, which between singing and playing, was rare.
My voice was fantastic. For about 5 songs, then it quickly began running out of steam. Clearly still not healthy after the nearly two month battle with bronchitis.
It was just one of those off nights. Guess I'm glad that only a few people saw it. By the second set, my voice was gone, we decided to ditch the play list and just go with whatever I called out.
I'ma kill me a muhfukin guitar player.
Since I knew I could no longer sing the hard songs, I called out and introduced an ICEHOUSE song (which is gravy to sing and is a lot of fun), the dirty bastard then launches into an ICICLE WORKS song which is nigh impossible on a good night.
I nearly shat.
Needless to say, that song turned out ugly.
No more Tuesday night shows.