Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.
Well, miraculously Ryan finally got us to the club around 10 pm. The first band had played long before but the people were still there drinking and talking. Miracle of miracles, they stayed for our show. They listened, and they clapped, and they were all friendly and nice to us even though we were so horribly late. The sound system was shit; the monitor was emitting the loudest noise I have ever heard from a monitor; you could barely hear the guitar and voice coming through the noise. I guess the sound from the PA was better but jeez, it was so hard for me to hear myself through that monitor.
Ryan’s bass and suitcase did NOT arrive to the club, and there was no amplifier for me to play through, so we had to borrow a bass from the opening band (The Stills) and I had to go direct into the PA with my guitar since there didn’t seem to be an amplifier I could use. Oh well. The people were patient and appreciative and oh jeez, I just wish I’d been able to put on a better show for them, but oh well. Next time? At least my voice was alright. No problems there. If I ever have problems with my voice I’m totally screwed! But I hardly ever do, thank god. (Knock on wood.)
Tonight we’re staying in the home of the promoter of tonight’s show, his name is Rico. He has a LOVELY apartment here in Linkoping. I’m so relieved, we get to take a shower and I don’t have to sleep in my clothes, and I’m going to be warm and comfy tonight instead of cold and crying and frustrated like I was last night. I am so grateful for all the friendly faces we saw tonight, all the people who (despite the crappy sound) said they really enjoyed the show. To the girl who gave me her CD and to the other band who loaned us their bass and let me use their tuner. It was really amazing that we made it at all, much less that we had a receptive audience and a nice place to stay as well.
I’m still not sure about this whole touring thing, but I don’t feel nearly as pessimistic about it as I did earlier today! I feel bad about trashing Jan too. He means well, he’s just… different. ::sigh:: I’m such a bitch sometimes.