It's just gone 6pm, I have just finished work (familiar topic, boring bastard) and have to go sound check for a gig tonight at 6.30pm. Thankfully we are playing at Dexters Bar in Dundee which is about 100 paces from my work, so I have the opportunity to run off and grab some dirty food before we start, chips and cheese undoubtedly. A favorite. Perhaps with gravy, just to be a bit continental.
Playing hometown gigs at this stage in the life of Descartes is always an odd thing. At least when we play away we know that we will be playing to near empty rooms, but in Dundee you never can tell. The general gig going demographic of this city is odd. The most popular gigs are those by local bands with lots of friends who play a particular sort of indie, when bigger NME bothering bands hit town the students might surface but when more alternative local acts who are made up of groups of "Jonny no mates" you never can tell.
The only real tool you have to recruit (due to the towns strict fly postering laws) is Myspace. And that is a fairly contrived little world, where I imagine most people will spend their Saturday night in their own homes posing at awkward angles.
So, I have no idea if anyone will turn up tonight. I hope so. But I have a bee in my bonnet, so whoever does show up is going to be treated to a display of madman shouty twitchy fun. What more can one desire. Ha.
That's wasted a good 7 minutes. Now I must go do my hair and make-up then head out onto the streets where I imagine I'll get amuse from passing neds. Lets just hope I make those 100 paces in one piece.
Much Love.
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