THERE’S always a light in a dark place… you just have to know where to find it.
Having gone flat out over the previous six days, it was time to carry on going flat out. A morning run (on my own this time) was followed by a hearty breakfast and then various admin jobs – visiting local radio stations, venues and media outlets.
By the time I got home, it was lunch and a few hours to go over preparations for the evening’s gig.
Jon arrived at 5pm, having knocked off work, and subsequently announced that he was worried. Apparently it was touch-and-go as to whether people would pitch for the gig that night. Two hours later, his worst fears came true. Just three people arrived. Darkness began to descend….
Lack of marketing, busy week, endless other things on the go… all combined to hinder our best intentions for the evening.
So we did what any other musician would have done:
We performed our songs. And we filmed it.
The three committed souls who arrived – Tristan “T-Dogg” Pringle, Tim Hotchkiss and Justin Floor (he didn’t want a nickname) – were duly promoted and hired into the newly-formed media crew for the RCB, dubbed by T-Dogg as the “Caldersac”.
I. kid. you. not. Stop. laughing.
We filmed two brand new songs, performed completely acoustically. Once editing is done, we’ll let you know.
All the darkness in the world can’t dim the light of one small flame.
Amen to that! I remember a gig I played once where our audience was the barman and a drunken hobo on crutches, who left halfway through.