I arise at four,
sort all of the black cables
camping style, in bags
The first big speaker
and the next, and two others
and take a short break
out to the blue van
forth and back and forth and back
lug the amp upstairs
PA loaded up
grab the dusty gig bags
and away we go
simple two wheel cart
my back forever thankful
up and down the stairs
The gang's all here
noisy tuning, test, 1, 2
how many minutes left
first chords, wailing voice
thunder tune opens, check sound
watch for feedback, please
less keyboard, more bass
don't be afraid to sing out
violin gently weeps
break time, be right back
second set well grooved, smoother
stories in our eyes
they cheer and leave us
which is fine, as we all turn
to tear down chatter
homeward night freeway
mozart on the radio
unpack - tomorrow
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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3 comments:
You've managed to capture the nomadic existence of live performance - it's manic birth, brief celebration, and utter exhaustion on the ride back home. Great stuff.
spot on
thank you
nick & floots - thank you so much. I'm back from the gig this evening which was fun because of the twist where I was running the sound board but also picking up a violing to accompany a few rocker tunes. Lots of fun and the audience seemed to like it. Band did well, all have busy lives but we manage. Thanks again for the notes here.
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