#post performance

everyone - well almost - loves potatoes at least on tumblr - then again tumblr being wonky af

and then i gave up - for the day anyhow - there wuz something else 'sides the taters but thats ancient history

yet another today - another now - and yet - same same mostly usual usual - but not exactly

and i was dreaming ...

more to than gonna but getting ahead of myself - a kitty good and always - coffee cuz imma need it to get a simple tax thing finis - a day b4 deadline - physical therapy also later

so lets backtrack cuz i remembered

a post performance watever - havent been up to performing - its both physical and mentally but missed the people even tho we dont actually - talk talk too much - we dig the scene together - and i forget - unlike most of the rest of the world - they dont make me feel OH EL DEEE

so not ignoring the physical - we bring "baby" my tiny acoustic - decide to only perform 1 song and leave early - stayed longer than expected

so the performance it wuz performance like the movie with t in the role of rawk star - as much as playing singing - displaying confidence we dont really have and emoting a little over the top like and sounding casual (when have played the song daily working the arrangements )

so it wuz idk tbh - i guess ok maybe better - a little help from my friends more like cocker than ringo - and over the top dramatic - bare bones guitar in my sleep simple and for acoustic - brutal on the power chords but 1 bad note or chord could b fatal - and the crowd was talking loud enough i could here and now them onstage - it happens and at times myself a guilty party - its not a diss and by mid song we trance out together - decide to stick w plan of 1 song

and so tumblr still be wonky - af - its late stage dying platform ( but been that way for almost a decade ) so imma finis with the usual usual

hallelujah

the audience - I think they dug it - maybe - yah they did - cuz they feel the love and its messy sometimes painful and things get fucked up - its all real as fuck and beautiful - and for a minute actually we played over 30 it seemed like forever it felt like 5 - shared love in a performance - casual - well I did have my rock star scarf - it gets in the way lol - yah we played down the drain w Liam singing - then a morph into something new - then a deep space 9 type jam that he sang some words at one point - swear to gawd - he playing a mic'd acoustic me my electric - couldn't tell who playing wat our fingers free - melodies emerge some familiar some more a deja vu future  - so like i sed - we play over 30 - liam asks if we have more time lol  - tom actually considers but b4 we played things were running a couple minutes early - now running late - btw - u no how i hatez tuning on stage - after 1 song - i gess we were a little intense - liam had no choice and i checked and 2 strings so out - while playing we bend notes to in tune - compensate intuitively avoiding bad strings - idk  - its like when i play to someones voice - no reel reference point except in mind - i actually mumble an apology into the mic - we noodle a bit to make sure we in tune w each other  slowly morphing into actually playing - it seem natural but in retro everything but  - esp onstage  - then again we play w stage intensity when we fuck around at the music store or casual onna porch of kava  - i mean one time at guitar center imma mid solo and snot pour out - lol - i dont stop playing 

so a bit of time pass - b4 leaving - i lissen to a few ppl one whom is going back to london  - people make a point to tell me they liked our performance and ask who liam iz - how we connected  - i once told someone - everything is better w liam inna mix - its true 

i actually am working on being just a bit - less sloppy  - actually learning the changes in liam and vita songs - tho last night we played white carnations which i have a recording to practice along to and have - and i went blank and fumble finger around the fretboard lost for the 1st verse and chorus  - it wuz 2nd to last song - maybe i wuz tired - we had played over an hour and playing singing performing well  - and prob w more intensity than realize - did we go thru this last night - i remember writing for over an hour on a tab that had been reopened 1 too many times - i know better  - yah i coulda saved by using cut copy blah blah but as tired as i realized i was prolly wooda fucked it up and got frustrated  

yah the futures uncertain jim  - not sure about how near the end is   (j morrison roadhouse blues - tired may not post song ) 

right now - we get together when we can - we create we play we have fun we love we take care of each other  - its early daze  - known liam just over a year - vita 3 months ?  

its awmost midnight - gotta do dishes - change clean kitty litter and box also almost 4got 

laterz

“I wonder what your fans would say if they knew this is what you do while on the road to the next show?” Martine, her manager, grinned from across the aisle of the tour bus. 

The Siren of Unova was sitting cross legged at the table in the kitchen area, a couple very empty Styrofoam takeout boxes were pushed to the side to make way for the skeins of yarn and the blanket that the Singer was hunched over. Still decked out in her fancy dress and the makeup from the show they were about to leave. Her tongue was just peeking out of her mouth as she concentrated on her crocheting. Pausing to shake her wrists occasionally.

“I don’t know if they’d believe it. Up an coming Singer Balia Ray, the Siren, crochets blankets and yarn flower crowns for her crews kids while riding the adrenaline high from a show? Sounds boring and fake.” One of her bodyguards chuckled as the Aqua haired woman threw a skein at them. She was smiling as they ducked out of the way.