December 28th, 2005.

There are nights when you come off the stage and you think to yourself … “damn”.  Those are good nights. 

At Java Mamma's, creating a ruckus. Last Saturday we even played our own special version of "The Twelve Days of Christmas", except ours of course had "two redhead groupies". Mmmm.
At Java Mamma’s, creating a ruckus. Last Saturday we even played our own special version of “The Twelve Days of Christmas”, except ours of course had “two redhead groupies”. Mmmm.
Sharif got finger puppets for Christmas. An alarming number of them.
Sharif got finger puppets for Christmas. An alarming number of them.

Tonight I was wired and strange and my body and my mouth only seemed marginally under my control.  They were under the control of my fingers though – tonight was a night where the rest of my just dangled from those digits like vestigial skin bags, hovering around me, quivering and jerking, and letting the fingers draw all the blood, all the impulse, all the power.

The College Perk open mic is just what I need to make me feel good about myself.  I’ve been slowly pulling my self-confidence back together, and with the whole band, as much as I Love it, it’s far too easy to forget that it’s MY creation, and that I really am the heart of it.  The harmonies are wholly dualistic, and the band would suffer greatly from the amputation of any of its parts – but it’s important for me to remember that I can stand alone and own a room. (Well, Sharif stood with me… so maybe I shouldn’t be feeling THAT high – but….)

Very good feeling indeed – and lots of attention… whether for my energy level or my fingers’ control – lots of female attention and that felt really, really good.  Maybe my arrogance is slowly coming back, and with that my confidence, and with that my strut.

Played a new song tonight too – up till then the only person to have heard it was Katy, who gave it her blessing.  It’s changed a little bit since her hearing, but tonight I think I played it finalized… just needs a title… Erica Ashley sang along a bit, I couldn’t hear her over my noise, but I Loved how it sounded, Lovely and loud and longing. It was a really, really good night.

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