Calvin's Weblog

Ugh...

How it must feel to be a rockstar sometimes.
Not that a rockstar would have a show at the Fairview Pub at midnight on a Monday night, nor would said 'rockstar' have to be at work at 7AM the next morning... none the less, right now I feel like a lot of rockstars must have felt a lot of the time.
Last night was an AWESOME time. I've got to admit, I didn't think much of headlining a Monday night, let alone at a Blues pub.... but, the Fairview crowd, staff, stage and sound exceeded every expectation. I can't say enough good things about the place... they even paid us!

So why do I feel like a rockstar? Well, I think it's the general 'rundown' feeling that follows on the heels of three energentic shows in six days - or maybe it's just the hangover. Not often, but once in a blue moon someone will buy a round of shooters for the band ... and sometimes, not often, but once in a blue moon, this will set off a chain reaction where half the bar wants to buy the band a drink. Last night was one of those nights. And I can totally see how rockstars become alcoholics and drug adicts... you want to be nice, you want to be cool - if someone just spent $12 buying the band Sambucca shooters, you can't just go "ew, I don't like sambucca - no thank you" (though that's exactly how I felt) - no, you've gotta be the 'rockstar' and slam it. Then the two pitchers of beer came... there are only three people in our band, the bar gave us a free pitcher when we went on stage, and I had already spent $25 on beer while watching the first two bands ... no, I didn't really need another pitcher, but hey... you've gotta be the rockstar, right? (relax ... I wasn't driving - the drummer was - which meant that Wayne and I had to drink his portions too)

So anyway, I think I know how we caused this phenomenon, and I think I know how to prevent it in the future. You see, one of our oldest songs is called "Ashes" and we've always introduced it as "this one's called Ashes" but last night, Wayne added "This one is based losely on the event that we just had an aniversary for on Saturday" ... I thought that was way too vague, so I added "Everyone knows what happened on nine-eleven, right???" - anyway, there were apparently quite a few patriotic Americans in the audience that night, because the song that starts with "Ashes are all I see as I look out my window" and ends with "Your religion is not my problem!" seemed to be greatly apealing to them, as was evidenced by the hoots, hollars, and seemingly endless suply of free booze.

I finally got home at three AM, and the alarm clock went off at 5:55. You know what? I wouldn't change it for the world. But ... did I mention "Ugh..." ???