19 Jun – San Francisco Coffee (Atlanta, GA)
w/ Dave Dault
Ah, by the way…
The show Wednesday night was strange. There was no PA, which I knew in advance, but what I didn’t know is that my voice doesn’t carry well. It seemed to come out and then flop to the ground right in front of me gasping for air. Dave was animated and would play standing up (we were trading off on songs), moving toward and back from the people sitting at their tables. I tried for one song and realized there was just no way I was going to manage that, so after that I just pulled a chair forward until I was sitting pretty much in the crowd, and sang. Then when I was done I would move the chair back so Dave could play.
I was sloppy, I resorted to “Xanadu” within about four songs (always a bad sign at a writers’ night) and played almost exclusively songs I was unprepared to play for the rest of the night. My voice began to get strained from trying to carry somewhat. It was more or less a mess. But, they were also appreciative, and responsive, and someone I didn’t know requested “Forget the Forget” which couldn’t have shocked me more if the person who requested it had turned out to have a third eye.
So, it was okay. It didn’t exactly make me feel like a rock star or anything, but it didn’t leave me questioning why in the hell I was doing this for a living, either. Somewhere in the middle of those is an okay place.