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Playing live is fun when it's working, though sometimes it can get weird.
I remember a gig back in my rockabilly days where we were playing after the headliner- a really tough spot. Especially in front of a dance hall full of people watching one of the original queens of rock and roll, Wanda Jackson.
We were waiting down in the dressing rooms tuning up and trying to get revved up to play and Wanda just kept churning out hits to a wild crowd. It was slowly dawning on us after each encore,
(I remember her playing about 7, but that has just got to be the fear talking, surely?)
that she was absolutely killing it, and we were going to hit the stage and die a cold, slow death.
When she was done we accepted our fate like we were heading to the gallows, and slowly mounted the stage...
That sinking feeling in the stomach is a horrible thing. Another night I remember I was sure the night was sunk we were doing a house show in a neighbourhood we really had no business being in. I think the pay was about 400 bucks , and as we were loading in, the upright bass somehow didn't clear what looked to me like a 4,000 dollar chandelier.
I was sure that was going to end badly...
~ Christian
P.S. we have a Toronto show May 26, that will surely go better as we get to play before the headliner...
P.P.S- both shows mentioned previously turned out absolutely fine, and the people who's chandelier we busted? Super sweet about it, almost blaming themselves, and fed us beers and homemade Italian food all night- we almost didn't want to leave.