Never saw you looking so lovely as you did tonight

...Mumble. Ooh ooh ow its Sunday evening and I am officially knackered beyond recognition. Somewhat surprisingly, this has triggered an idea for a (short) series of blog posts. Let me explain; yesterday evening I played another of the countless wedding/birthday/anniversary gigs that have formed the backbone of my musical activities for several years now (admittedly its a somewhat sleazy-looking, sheepishly mooching-in-corners in a black suit sort of backbone, but hey - at least it makes a living for itself). The funny thing about these gigs is that, while the music we play, the venues, audiences, etc. vary quite significantly, my fellow harlots, err, band members ("good evening ladies and gents, we're all just Slaves To The Rythm here, so go ahead, relax and enjoy the show...") and I believe we have noted and observed a series of occurances that seem to repeat themselves at almost every single gig we play. Feel free to make clever-clogs observations at this point about what you think might be the cause for such phenomena. On afterthoughts, please don't. Unless your observations are witty and flattering, in which case please don't hesitate to post them as comments... Where was I?

(Not me, but check out my flickr account by clikking the picc for pixx of mii)

Oh yes, based on the aforementioned insights gathered, I will try to put out a series of Cover Gig Essentials (or some similarly glib title, if I can think of one) wherein I will state one or several of the things that "always happen". Obviously, Que Sera, Sera and I may not manage more than a few posts but Perhaps, Perhaps... Sorry, got carried away. Should you wish to add any points, correct or modify statements I make, please do not hesitate to write a comment. It's Not Unusual, after all (darn! There goes another one). Okay, enjoy. P.S.: Sorry no pictures of the new pad so far - at the minute, I simply can't be bothered to hook my cell phone up to the compewter. D'aargh.