Bought a nice electro-acoustic guitar on Saturday. Sounds amazing. I paid a bit over the odds for it because I bought it in a local guitar shop rather than online. The flip-side to this being I got to play a large selection of guitars before finding it, and I got it immediately. Also, I quite like supporting that sort of specialist shop, especially when run by helpful friendly people.
Well I'd got tired of practising songs on electrics, then turning up and trying to play on someone else's random acoustic, so thought I'd get one myself that I could get used to. Also, did I mention it sounds (and looks) amazing?
And also I was spurred to buy it because I was playing a few songs with my friend Matt at a FOAF's birthday bash in a pub!
Which brings us to my lateness. After getting up early in order to get to Chesterfield, let Matt slowly recover from his hangover, pick up a fuck off big PA, speedily practise songs for 3 hours, then head to the pub to set up the PA and check the sound...frankly I was knackered and just wanted a pint, and get the set done.
But oh no! Obviously the fastest way to make a 1 mile trip (tops) from Matt's house to the pub is to wait for someone to pick us up, drive us to a house a good 5 miles from the venue, and then wait till just before 8:00 before saying "oh, shall we book a taxi now?"
So I got to the pub in a foul mood, well aware that I had friends who'd come over from Sheffield who may not even have been able to get into the venue (oh yeah, and it was snowing). Well, a bit of ranting and a pint and I felt human again.
So after letting a couple of other people play first (not so much generosity as it meant I could tweak the sound before we started playing) we got on with our set, which if I do say was poptastic:
Bangles - Walk like an Egyptian
Weezer - Buddy Holly
Ashlee Simpson - Boyfriend
McFly - All about you
Kelly Clarkson - Since u been gone
The second, third and last songs were just me on guitar - this was...interesting for Buddy Holly, as Matt invited the birthday girl and her friends on "stage" to sing along. This meant that by the end of the song I was playing about 50% faster than at the start, in order to stay in time with the vocals. Which made me work a bit harder.
I also played the limited edition 7" version of Since u been gone - you know, the one where the guitarist stops playing for 20 seconds in the middle in order to point out to the vocalist whereabouts he should be on the page.
Me and Matt brought the guitars, and were letting everyone use them - we're not precious about such things. However, when Matt went to the toilets and I to the bar, I was dismayed to see non-guitarist birthday girl go to the stage, pick up my guitar and start shrieking into the mic. Ever seen a girl drunk? Then you know what I mean about shrieking. Plus she kept clumsily swiping at the strings, WITH AN ARMFUL OF METAL FUCKING BANGLES OVER HER RIGHT HAND.
It seemed my comment of "Very fucking funny. Now get the fuck off my guitar." was too subtle, so I killed the mic and told her I'd turn it back on once she put the instrument down. She did. So I turned her back on, but trimmed the mic to a less ear-piercing volume.
"You've taken me offline!" She whined.
"Or perhaps you're just standing behind the speakers." I replied wearily. She found it less funny than everyone else.
Well, that's about that.
Writing Fun Challenge:
Following in the noble footsteps of MFCs and the PFCs before them, ana has posted the inaugural Writing Fun Challenge. It's only 2000 words maximum, so anyone who fancies flexing their writing muscles should go and see what it's all about.
I have lots of work to do before I go on holiday.
I go on holiday on Wednesday.
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