The gig ruled. I played fine, sure, and there was plenty I wish I had done better, but that’s not the point. The audience was the show. Firstly my fellow residents at Goodenough College made a tremendous showing last night. I also had some dear friends from college visiting — you need that comfort factor at your first gig. Probably the most novel punter (look it up) at the gig was a Visiting Fellow at the Centre where I work. He even brought his two sons: one 14, one 40. Awesome.
The club is hysterical, too. Tiny, high stage. The audience sits in two levels, and the second level starts at about my chest-level… and about three feet from my face. So while second-deckers got only the talking head, the ground floor was treated mostly to the hip-swivels and pelvic thrusts for which I’m so well known. Place was really cool, though. I’ll definitely be back.
Performance-wise, there was an important lesson gleaned: I need someone else up there. I can’t do it alone.