Life's a one way street
Full of broken people
Walkin' a narrow line
And actin' so cool...
Menace - "One Way Street" (1981)
Things got better then. But not before they got worse unfortunately...
Luckily for me the last two days have been fairly quiet at work and the warring factions in our department finally seem to have made peace with each other which'll hopefully make the beginning of next week at least a bit more bearable. Still not heard from my dad but then I didn't expect to tbh.
Unfortunately, Thursday night saw me well and truly sliding back into the slough of despond as I got an e-mail from the venue
Primitive Promotions (booking agency co-run by me and primate) run their gigs at telling us that if the next gig doesn't make a bit more money than the last two have then basically we might have to start looking for somewhere else to stage them.
Bugger.
Needed someone to talk to. Called emogirl but she was out with her mates so couldn't chat. Called one mate and he was just going out to play tennis. Called another who was in and found I just couldn't really say anything. Not good.
Called primate and told him that I was feeling shit, wasn't going to the Antiproduct gig we were supposed to be off to and was staying in to drink vodka. And also that I thought we might need to cancel the gig before we lose even more money. Credit to the bloke, he told me to stop being a silly bastard, get into Leeds and meet him and we'd chat about everything at the gig.
Good decision - it was a superb night out and it cheered me up no end. If there's one thing this country needs right now with Terrorvision having split, the Wildhearts being off in America all the time and 3 Colours Red's comeback going with more of a whimper than a bang then it's a group of total rock 'n' roll headcases flying the flag against the dull grey double-headed "take me seriously please" monster of emo and garage rock. "Bungee Jumping People Die" is currently the best song ever. Well, for the next week at least.
And, even better, we got chatting to their support band, a ska-punk group called Mr Shiraz, who may be up for doing our next gig at the Vine and will hopefully bring in a ton of their mini-mosher fans to swell the attendance (they certainly did last night).
So hopefully things may be looking up a bit at last. Here's hoping next week is a bit better. Speak to you all later.
Yorkie
Full of broken people
Walkin' a narrow line
And actin' so cool...
Menace - "One Way Street" (1981)
Things got better then. But not before they got worse unfortunately...
Luckily for me the last two days have been fairly quiet at work and the warring factions in our department finally seem to have made peace with each other which'll hopefully make the beginning of next week at least a bit more bearable. Still not heard from my dad but then I didn't expect to tbh.
Unfortunately, Thursday night saw me well and truly sliding back into the slough of despond as I got an e-mail from the venue
Primitive Promotions (booking agency co-run by me and primate) run their gigs at telling us that if the next gig doesn't make a bit more money than the last two have then basically we might have to start looking for somewhere else to stage them.
Bugger.
Needed someone to talk to. Called emogirl but she was out with her mates so couldn't chat. Called one mate and he was just going out to play tennis. Called another who was in and found I just couldn't really say anything. Not good.
Called primate and told him that I was feeling shit, wasn't going to the Antiproduct gig we were supposed to be off to and was staying in to drink vodka. And also that I thought we might need to cancel the gig before we lose even more money. Credit to the bloke, he told me to stop being a silly bastard, get into Leeds and meet him and we'd chat about everything at the gig.
Good decision - it was a superb night out and it cheered me up no end. If there's one thing this country needs right now with Terrorvision having split, the Wildhearts being off in America all the time and 3 Colours Red's comeback going with more of a whimper than a bang then it's a group of total rock 'n' roll headcases flying the flag against the dull grey double-headed "take me seriously please" monster of emo and garage rock. "Bungee Jumping People Die" is currently the best song ever. Well, for the next week at least.
And, even better, we got chatting to their support band, a ska-punk group called Mr Shiraz, who may be up for doing our next gig at the Vine and will hopefully bring in a ton of their mini-mosher fans to swell the attendance (they certainly did last night).
So hopefully things may be looking up a bit at last. Here's hoping next week is a bit better. Speak to you all later.
Yorkie
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EDIT: Sorry, just noticed that REALLY shit pun, it wasn't intentional, honest
[Edited on Jul 31, 2004 5:30PM]