^ (n a v i g a t e) ^
8:22 p.m., 2004-11-18
played a show last night. once again, it was lame. no one was there except a bunch of filthy metalheads. for soundcheck i played kickstart my heart just to pander a little, but when the actual set was played i don't think they were amused.i suck at banter, therefore i simply don't do it. i rarely talk between songs, except for the occasional query into why no one has started the wave yet, which is usually funny all by itself because there are usually like 10 people in the frigging club.
this time there were more people, but they were there to see some drunken longhair band. in some sick joke that fate likes to play on me we were somehow booked on the same night as these mindless dirts. they were the type of band who asks the question, "how is everyone doing tonight?!" and other things of that nature. i don't care how people are doing really, i just want you all to listen to us play music for a minute instead of watching 'nanny 911' at the bar and occasionnally glaring over at the stage as if we are infringing on your television time.
i think my career of playing clubs on weeknights is over.
sorry.
