The day after . . .
Last night was a lot of fun, and I'm still tired so don't fault me for having a sluggish post. I played a set of almost an hour since it was a shared show with two other acts, forgot a few words, but recovered well, I hope, and played the heck out of my old guitar. It was good to do this because I have wanted to play out for a long time, but as you know I suffer from pre-stage fright. When I get up there I love it, it's just the before that prevents me from gigging. So, I finally did it and the world didn't crash, I sang my heart out. Hopefully there will be more shows this summer.
Adding: Cro, I literally did what you said and dusted off my old brown suede boots. Okay, more than dusted, I had to rub them down, tape and glue the soles, glue a heel back in place, haha. It was major surgery. But it worked. I wore a pair of funky brown tights, kind of like fishnets, and the boots just looked like they had been to too many shows—which is true! We definitely have a history, those boots and me.
Thanks for all the good words yesterday! Have a beautiful Tuesday.