Eye on the Prize
I just about have all of my vacation plans wrapped up now. It is all a matter of getting through each work day without self-destructing. I just keep telling myself, "Queen concert in Chicago in March. Week in Los Angeles in April. Keep your eye on the prize, baby." Then, I try to remember to breathe. I booked my tickets for California today, so that makes it all more real for me. I have Chicago all taken care of.
I feel as if I lost a few days.
On Wednesday, I managed to lose my voice after the first two hours of playing a private party for the casino's geriatrics club. Actually, they were a really good audience, but it was irritating because we had stop every fifteen minutes for two hours so the casino could do a drawing. I did not feel well, so I was crabby, anyway. Then, the band only had to play two forty-five minute sets after the private party was over, so we ended up being finished by around eleven o'clock.
The band had to cancel our dates Thursday and Friday because of me. We never cancel dates, either. I could not talk on Thursday and I could barely talk on Friday, much less even think about singing. Saturday, however, we played our date at the Duck Room, and I have to say it went better than expected, all things considered. I had enough voice to sing back-up vocals and was able to sing a whole two songs. That, along Dave, Steve, and Rich singing all of their songs, along with some strategic ass-shaking on my part, helped to get us through a one-hour set and two forty-five minute sets. We even had a lot of paying guests, as we were worried about charging the seven-dollar cover, when we were not sure about delivering a seven-dollar show. We even brought out local personality (creepy fellow), Beatle Bob. I wonder what he will have to say in his Riverfront Times column. I suppose I really don't care.
None of my pictures really turned out all that great. Dave was a bit freaked out that I was taking pictures. He was like, "You're just taking pictures of all of this because you're going to quit soon and you want to remember all of this." I was like, "No, either I'm taking pictures for my blog or I subconsciously know I am going to die soon, and I want to remember everything." I am not going anywhere for a while, unless Rock Star 2 wants me. Then, if I win, I will fire whatever band I have for a back-up and hire everyone from That 80s Band. It is truly a win-win situation!
Anyway, I am starting to feel like my ole' full-of-piss-and-vinegar self, finally. Today, with the exception of Saturday night, is the first day I've been able to get out of bed.
I will try to post as many decent picture of the Duck Room when I get a chance.
Jeni
I feel as if I lost a few days.
On Wednesday, I managed to lose my voice after the first two hours of playing a private party for the casino's geriatrics club. Actually, they were a really good audience, but it was irritating because we had stop every fifteen minutes for two hours so the casino could do a drawing. I did not feel well, so I was crabby, anyway. Then, the band only had to play two forty-five minute sets after the private party was over, so we ended up being finished by around eleven o'clock.
The band had to cancel our dates Thursday and Friday because of me. We never cancel dates, either. I could not talk on Thursday and I could barely talk on Friday, much less even think about singing. Saturday, however, we played our date at the Duck Room, and I have to say it went better than expected, all things considered. I had enough voice to sing back-up vocals and was able to sing a whole two songs. That, along Dave, Steve, and Rich singing all of their songs, along with some strategic ass-shaking on my part, helped to get us through a one-hour set and two forty-five minute sets. We even had a lot of paying guests, as we were worried about charging the seven-dollar cover, when we were not sure about delivering a seven-dollar show. We even brought out local personality (creepy fellow), Beatle Bob. I wonder what he will have to say in his Riverfront Times column. I suppose I really don't care.
None of my pictures really turned out all that great. Dave was a bit freaked out that I was taking pictures. He was like, "You're just taking pictures of all of this because you're going to quit soon and you want to remember all of this." I was like, "No, either I'm taking pictures for my blog or I subconsciously know I am going to die soon, and I want to remember everything." I am not going anywhere for a while, unless Rock Star 2 wants me. Then, if I win, I will fire whatever band I have for a back-up and hire everyone from That 80s Band. It is truly a win-win situation!
Anyway, I am starting to feel like my ole' full-of-piss-and-vinegar self, finally. Today, with the exception of Saturday night, is the first day I've been able to get out of bed.
I will try to post as many decent picture of the Duck Room when I get a chance.
Jeni
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