Things take time
It's Saturday night, 9:30. I'm pretty drunk, unshaven and unwashed, unmotivated and unrehearsed, and I gotta play at the Swan.
I don't like the Swan because they charge $9.80 for a pint of local beer.
I really don't like the Swan because when you play there you get the impression that the bar staff are doing you a favour.
I downright hate the Swan because it's just not a place people go to drink let alone see a performance. Any good gigs I've had there have been to a crowd of about 10 max, all friends who have gone waayyyy out of their way to get there.
So here's how it was... I had to leave my cousin Michael's engagement party where I'd met family I didn't even know I had. I was in a rather strange argument with intoxicated cousin Bev. She was trying to hook my sister Cayley up with her son Cam. Being cousins... I thought this was a bit wrong.
Cam was cool. He was a downright dude, and his Mum knew it. She knew it well enough to explain to Cayley what a fine catch he is. Over and over again.
Shaun: You don't get it Bev, they're cousins, they can't hook up. It's wrong see! You just can't do it!
Bev: My Cam is a lovely boy... he would make a girl very happy
Shaun: I don't doubt it! He's a strapping young lad, but they're cousins! They'd have mutant babies, and they'd be cast from society!
Bev: Oh shut up, they would not. Not by everyone. They aren't blood related.
She had me there. They were cousins-in-law or something like that. Cam is the nephew of my Uncle's ex-wife, so if anyone knows what that title is, it would be remotely interesting. Anyways, I needed a new tactic. Cayley had no choice in the matter, it was far too against my morals to allow such a thing to be pursued.
Shaun: Listen Bev, I'm not trying to protect my sister, I'm trying to protect Cam
Bev: Wha.....Wha....t?
Bev shook her head a little like and blinked like a flash bomb just went off.
Shaun: She's one hell of a bitch
Cayley decides to join the conversation.
Cayley: I am! I'll kick his heart like a football!
Bev looked at Cayley like she had just broken her heart.
Bev: No!
Bev pointed at Cayley, looking almost vindictively.
Bev: I cannot allow you near my son! You stay away. He's a sweet boy, he deserves a good girl! A good girl!
9pm.
I had to leave this. This for the Swan! It may have been strange, but it was mighty interesting stuff to be a part of. I dragged my heels all the way to the Swan.
I feel like an arse because my friend had organised this gig and she'd done a great job at it too, but what can you do when your mojo is down and you're going to a place that you just don't like?
I used to be a master of grin and bare. I used to fake enthusiasm to a point where I actually got enthused. Things have changed. I look back on the old Seshna in the old posts where he was happy to play the White Sands under the name of Spacola, where he entered contests in the afternoon with no prizes. He pretty much went anywhere and did anything and seemed happy about it.
Am I a broken soul or just a little more realistic? Have I changed for the better or worse? Is there even such a thing? Maybe I'm cynical. I don't really care to tell the truth, if thats what I need to be now, then so be it.
I don't like the Swan because they charge $9.80 for a pint of local beer.
I really don't like the Swan because when you play there you get the impression that the bar staff are doing you a favour.
I downright hate the Swan because it's just not a place people go to drink let alone see a performance. Any good gigs I've had there have been to a crowd of about 10 max, all friends who have gone waayyyy out of their way to get there.
So here's how it was... I had to leave my cousin Michael's engagement party where I'd met family I didn't even know I had. I was in a rather strange argument with intoxicated cousin Bev. She was trying to hook my sister Cayley up with her son Cam. Being cousins... I thought this was a bit wrong.
Cam was cool. He was a downright dude, and his Mum knew it. She knew it well enough to explain to Cayley what a fine catch he is. Over and over again.
Shaun: You don't get it Bev, they're cousins, they can't hook up. It's wrong see! You just can't do it!
Bev: My Cam is a lovely boy... he would make a girl very happy
Shaun: I don't doubt it! He's a strapping young lad, but they're cousins! They'd have mutant babies, and they'd be cast from society!
Bev: Oh shut up, they would not. Not by everyone. They aren't blood related.
She had me there. They were cousins-in-law or something like that. Cam is the nephew of my Uncle's ex-wife, so if anyone knows what that title is, it would be remotely interesting. Anyways, I needed a new tactic. Cayley had no choice in the matter, it was far too against my morals to allow such a thing to be pursued.
Shaun: Listen Bev, I'm not trying to protect my sister, I'm trying to protect Cam
Bev: Wha.....Wha....t?
Bev shook her head a little like and blinked like a flash bomb just went off.
Shaun: She's one hell of a bitch
Cayley decides to join the conversation.
Cayley: I am! I'll kick his heart like a football!
Bev looked at Cayley like she had just broken her heart.
Bev: No!
Bev pointed at Cayley, looking almost vindictively.
Bev: I cannot allow you near my son! You stay away. He's a sweet boy, he deserves a good girl! A good girl!
9pm.
I had to leave this. This for the Swan! It may have been strange, but it was mighty interesting stuff to be a part of. I dragged my heels all the way to the Swan.
I feel like an arse because my friend had organised this gig and she'd done a great job at it too, but what can you do when your mojo is down and you're going to a place that you just don't like?
I used to be a master of grin and bare. I used to fake enthusiasm to a point where I actually got enthused. Things have changed. I look back on the old Seshna in the old posts where he was happy to play the White Sands under the name of Spacola, where he entered contests in the afternoon with no prizes. He pretty much went anywhere and did anything and seemed happy about it.
Am I a broken soul or just a little more realistic? Have I changed for the better or worse? Is there even such a thing? Maybe I'm cynical. I don't really care to tell the truth, if thats what I need to be now, then so be it.
