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Wed, 22 Oct 2003
Well, it went pretty good I think. We managed to make it through the entire setlist without getting confused and stopping in the middle of a tune, which was my greatest fear. Big turn out in terms of friends and foafs which was surprising but very cool. Nothing like a crowd pre-disposed to be friendly.
Having a steady, experienced bass player helped tremendously. It was like everyone in the band was suddenly blessed with the ability to keep time. Now if there was only a similar magic in-tune fairy who could wave her wand over us...
I think that personally I started out doing pretty well but totally overshot my inebriation sweet spot (i.e. drunk enough not to be nervous, not so drunk that I couldn't play well) at about the Wild Turkey 101 1.25 mark and subsequently fucked up a lot of things I really shouldn't have. Red Haired Boy is not so complicated of a tune, really it isn't. But overall I didn't make as big a fool of myself as I could have, and we weren't thrown off the stage, so I'll consider the event success of the semi-rousing nature.
Basically now I feel like a virgin who just went through a Debbie does Dallas-style gangbang. Playing at the Cantab was the sum of all fears I had as an amateur musician, and now that all the real musicians have had a chance to listened to me and shake their heads in derision, I've got nowhere to go but up.
Major XP gain and level up, if you ask me.
"Not Hercules could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none." -- Shakespeare