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Wednesday night: a tiny but perfectly formed audience. Less than ten people who were all listening, paid money to see me, wore my badges and seemed to understand what I was doing. Even better, this was an audience of entertainment professionals - including one promoter who thought my Dead Kennedys cover was the best they'd ever seen, and a publicist who thought my lyrics were "like something you'd hear at a poetry recital". I played two sets to fill out the evening and cursed the flakes who pulled out. Eventually I will not lose money doing things like this. I have a tiny but non-zero Auckland following. I have almost convinced myself that I am a good songwriter and I put on a fine, volume-filled show.
Last night: work dinner. I didn't even know they made hot chocolate with booze in it. Across Ponsonby Road from the restaurant, a drinking establishment featuring - by his own modest admission - the winner of last year's Best Bartender in the UK competition. So this is how the upper-middle class have a good time! It's a little rich for the blood of this Wellington lass.
Tomorrow night: possibly playing a fundraiser for climate change action. Must ring notoriously flaky organiser and ask her whether she actually meant it when she asked me to play.
Monday night: doing a comedy open mike (I shit you not). The Anastasia songs and the AC/DC cover are apparently that funny that the "yuks 'n' grins" market is worth pursuing. So that's one market, the others being (in no particular order): prog nerds; 80s synth-pop nerds; queers; communists; and just plain music nerds who enjoy oddballs. We will see who pays the most.
Tonight: sleeping the sleep of the just.
Have fallen off the food-intake-limitation wagon in the last week. Will see if I am tough enough to get back on next week.
Last night: work dinner. I didn't even know they made hot chocolate with booze in it. Across Ponsonby Road from the restaurant, a drinking establishment featuring - by his own modest admission - the winner of last year's Best Bartender in the UK competition. So this is how the upper-middle class have a good time! It's a little rich for the blood of this Wellington lass.
Tomorrow night: possibly playing a fundraiser for climate change action. Must ring notoriously flaky organiser and ask her whether she actually meant it when she asked me to play.
Monday night: doing a comedy open mike (I shit you not). The Anastasia songs and the AC/DC cover are apparently that funny that the "yuks 'n' grins" market is worth pursuing. So that's one market, the others being (in no particular order): prog nerds; 80s synth-pop nerds; queers; communists; and just plain music nerds who enjoy oddballs. We will see who pays the most.
Tonight: sleeping the sleep of the just.
Have fallen off the food-intake-limitation wagon in the last week. Will see if I am tough enough to get back on next week.
