Hi people. My band performed live once more for Nutley's July 4th fireworks festival. The band did good - me, not so much. It couldn't have gone more wrong. I was pumped, but nervous, but just when our first song was beginning I saw my ex death glaring me with her crazy suicidal friend who vandalized my house. Now, people get nervous because they're afraid of what others will say. I instantly felt like shit because, knowing the people they are, they're just insulting me/us the entire time because they're jerks. So, I get nervous and blow the first song out my ass. Real bad. First note I hit I realize how loud I am, wonder "Why the fuck am I blaring?" and realize the idiot DJ is controlling my volume. I can't tell my guitarists to raise their volume because of the extremely small stage which is ladened with wires, AND my amp is peaking, which means half my notes never reach my speakers because the signal was too distorted from the piece of shit PA. Yay. Fortunately my sister told the fat lard off, especially because she thinks she has shit on our vocalist. Nope. But, her damage was still done. I don't know what her problem is. She cheated on me and made me out to be the bad guy somehow, then comes to make snide comments for my band and leaves right after. I don't know when she became so fucked up. Oh well, at least she got fat and I got to watch the fireworks with a cute girl. =) Oh, and getting offered a paying gig is pretty awesome too. I give kudos to the rest of the band for that one. Til next time...
Cake and bitches,
Pat
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