Shot Nerves

I'm on vacation. I don't have to write in my little weblog if I don't feel like it. Truth is, I haven't felt like much of anything this week. I have been so burnt-out, that the only thing that makes sense is sleeping, playing video games, and the consumption of copious amounts of whiskey.

The Savoy blues band gigs tonight at the Silver Buckle. It should be fun; the Buckle has a certain vibe to it, it's cool, rustic, and laid-back. We will be debuting a few new songs tonight, specifically, I will be singing Tower of Powers' "Diggin' on James Brown". That should get all the patrons grooving in their seats.

Tongue & Groove's first so-called "gig" at the Blue Turtle on Tuesday was interesting to say the least. The jam was attended by some of Medicine Hat's finest musicians, so you might say it was a "tough crowd". There was another band's equipment set up on the stage, so right away, you might say we were already at a disadvantage.

Musicians generally don't like playing on other people's rigs. It's kind of like wearing someone else's underwear; you don't really feel as comfortable as you should be.

Overall, the band and our material, was very well-received. Even the bar owners expressed their enthusiasm and appreciation for the new act. The other musicians were quite impressed with the level of professionalism of the band and difficulty of the material. The bar patrons were cheering, clapping, dancing, and drinking -- doing what bar patrons should.

But that's not to say our performance was perfect. Far from it. For what mistakes we made (which were plentiful) we made up for in energy and stage presence. In my opinion, we played like crap. Call it first-gig jitters; call it what you will, but our set started off badly, and that set the tone for the remaining songs.

The stage sound was horrific, and the monitors were poor. I couldn't hear anything; not even my own voice. It was just a sonic assault that didn't quite sound like noise, or music, but something inexplicably in between. Looking and listening for our respective vocal harmonies was an exercise in ear training not quite unlike searching for your keys at the bottom of a murky pier, after accidentally dropping them.

So the sound wasn't that great. The vocals probably sounded like rush-hour traffic, our nerves were shot, we were on other people's equipment, and the adrenaline was pumping.

We never played better. That's probably because there was nothing to compare it to.

My thoughts on the matter is that this is the worst that band will ever sound. It will only get better and stronger from here.

Our first performance might have been a bit premature, but it had to be done -- and sooner rather than later. We now have a much better perspective on the dynamics and limits of the band. We know what works, and what doesn't, and we know what's happening, and more importantly, what needs to be fixed.

It's back to the rehearsal studio on Sunday, to prepare for the next round.