Today is a very special day.
Okay, it’s not really a special day, but for me right now it is.
Today is the day of the evening in which I shall be opening as a person who plays guitar poorly and does some screaming. I will be opening a gig and I shall do my best to play the best that I can.
I was nervous last night and now I’m just tired. This is going to be an interesting experiment in the life that is mine and the life that is mine to live.
We shall see where it goes. I am hoping for little mistakes, but that is a hope in which I must hope hard for. Either that or continue practising. One or the other.
I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to get to this point. I really don’t.
Wait. I do. It’s called being far more lazier than I ever should have.
And who can I blame for that? The children? I shall blame the children. It’s their fault. Not mine. They should have done more and wasted less of my time. Those children of which I refer to, indeed!
Alright, so I can’t blame imaginary children. That’s a bit unfair. After all, they did not ask to be dragged into this whole mess.
Well, there we go. I’m procrastinating again. This is not a surprise. In fact, it is so unsurprising that the only surprising thing about this is the fact that I felt any need to mention it in any capacity at all.
So, there you go. This is where the post ends. There’s very little else to write about at the current moment, but that’s the way the apple eats the hat, as they say.
So I’m feeling nervous again as there still is a fair bit of work to do before the gig starts and there are not enough hours in the day. I reckon I can get it all done before the gig starts, but it might be really tight. I think that it’s going to be really tight.
There’s something really exciting about this. It’s probably that I’ve never pursued the opportunity as hard as I have been over the past few months.
There’s been a lot of rehearsing. A lot more than I would normally do. I guess that that’s a good thing. I don’t know if I’ve gotten better or worse.
I probably have gotten better in that I make less mistakes, but I don’t think that I’m necessarily a better guitarist at this point. Oh well. There are other, more important things to worry about at this stage. There’s more practise. I am going to practise, and keep practising, and clean up some things and make sure that my performance tonight is at the very least, adequate.
It’s going to be fun. I may just shit my pants, but it is going to be fun.
Well, time to get back to it, I guess.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:15:94
Some meandering, then back on topic.
Feeling nervous now.
Written in Redfern.