Oh my GOD what a night. Our first real show at the Six String Cafe and I feel we may have blown some people’s minds. Not to be arogant, but we played one Hell of a show. A two stringer, too.
There were issues. There was feedback and there was broken strings and flubbed lyrics and flubbed chords, but all in all I think we just PERFORMED really, really well. There was a great energy to the whole night – a lot of that was due to our opener, Someone’s Sister, of course. They were beautiful and friendly and Lovely and they brought out a whole lot of friends who were just primed for an ilyAIMY mind-fuck.
Oh my GOD what a night.
Hey, you know it’s going to be good when you’re standing in a music store, having just played an 8 string guitar (badly) and talking to the owner about playing his house concert series and some guy behind you knocks something off a shelf and then says “aren’t you ilyAIMY? I recognize you from your website! I’m coming to see you tonight!” Hence we met Russ.
Later we mind-fucked him, too.
Oh my GOD what a night.
We are the rulers of ass. As in, we ruled SO much ass tonight. We didn’t even bother kicking it. We stepped in like we owned the ass and just told it what to do and ruled it.
Ok. I’m done.
The next morning finds me finally OVER myself (Heather kept puncturing my over-sized head so there was room for her in the bed) and just tired and sore and worried about catching her cold. And it IS cold. Not even a cat (the Black One, not the Loud One) can keep my feet warm, and not even an Alienware can keep the rest of me from shivers.
We’ve got recordings of the night to listen to, to determine whether we rocked or just had a really enthusiastic crowd, and no matter how many autographs or wide-eyed new fans, one negative email the next morning can sort of bring you back down. Not that I can or am willing or even INTERESTED in pleasing EVERYBODY – cause that’s just not what rock and roll is all about – but pleasing everyone who’s bothered to come out and see us wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Anywho – it’s dreary morning light (outside its probably glaringly sunny) and my internal clock is skewed by having to get up early in the morning to move the car and then returning to dreams of cancer and stolen cars. We’ve got to get up – got to get moving… I’m just not that eager.
