This Saturday, we're going to try it again. We're going to attempt a debut gig. Our first attempted debut got rained out; our second attempt was cancelled when our drummer JT ended up in the ER with a kidney stone. Third time's the charm, right?
It's a semi-crappy gig, to be honest. A sports bar 15 miles from here will have the Blackhawks game, and they want a band to play from whenever the game ends (around 10:30) until closing time. We'll only have time for two sets, which is fine because that's all we have anyway. I'm sure it's gonna be one of those situations where the owner won't want to hear a sound while the game is still going, then expect us to start immediately and sound perfect without a sound check. Our sound check will be the first couple of songs.
We're running through the first set Tuesday night, the second set Thursday night. I hate evening practices, but this is what we have to work with. I'm taking Friday off of work to prepare myself mentally and physically.
Ha ha, just kidding. I had Friday off already anyway.
The first time, I was wired, so excited to be playing a live gig. But as the week went on and we watched the weather forecasts, I had to keep my hopes guarded, and ultimately was disappointed but not surprised when we were rained out. The second one, I'd actually driven out there before I found out the situation, then stayed and hung around the board with Steve and John because why not (also, the waitress in our section was... damn!)
I find myself not excited about this at all. I honestly cannot get excited about something which, in my mind, may or may not happen. Saturday night, if I get there, we set up, nothing catastrophic happens, and we play, great. I will play, I'll do all the things on stage that I'm supposed to do, and I'll kick ass. But I can't help feeling that someone's fucking with me. I will not get my hopes up again.
So I'm on Facebook, checking to see who's going to our Event (I manage the band Facebook page), and I see that four Friends are going and four Others are going. That's kinda weird; I thought the other five members of the band had at least clicked that they were going. I look and see that JT, our drummer, is no longer a Friend. What? I click, go to his page, and nope, we're not Friends. It lists Friends we have in common, which include Karen and Mike (the husband-wife team who quit) and some other guys we both know, but neither myself nor anyone else currently in the band is Friends with him anymore. Apparently he had a hissy fit and un-Friended all of us.
Oh, the drama! Oh, the humanity!