I’ve decided that should it ever come to it, my best course of action for striking at the tyrannical empire of the USA (You! Es! Eh! You! Es! Eh!) will be to get arrested for having brown skin and a funny name, then get tossed into a detention centre without charge, be abused, and finally kill myself.
That’ll surely strike a massive blow to the American Hegemony.
… was wonderful, congratulations to the happy couple who fortunately don’t read this site, but I’ve got nothing bad to say about them anyway, unlike other people, like my great uncle Moody who’s a total ass.
My playing was apparently well received (or people are polite liars), though I wasn’t really comfortable; the guitar wouldn’t tune and the electronics cut out. I really want to start playing out though, so it ought to get easier.
There was also no liquid courage (not sure it helps me, though, maybe smoking a fag?)
I’m playing for two hundred people on Saturday, at a friend’s wedding reception. Solo. Haven’t played out since university, and am not the least bit nervous (technically a lie, but don’t mind that). I’ve actually got a happy piece to do, assuming I don’t make it sad with my improv- I mean, I normally play blues (sexy, moody music) and melancholy things (sad, moody, introspective things), neither of which seem entirely appropriate, as it’s not really that sort of wedding.
I’m planning on using my twelve string through an amp, hope the electronics work. If not, the Paul gets the nod, I think. Hope my 10 Watter is good enough; I don’t feel like humping the 100W, 30kg beast around.
Wonder if there’s booze at Hindu wedding receptions? Should I take a mickey?
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