Bohemian
Night open-mic hosted by Rob
Sowden
"Excuse Me If I'm Getting Boring."
I don't think there was anniversarial element to me forgetting the lyrics to Can't Let Go last night - just me trying to be too clever and perhaps being a little complacent. I've done the "sympathy routine" enough times for it to work now surely? (Actually, looking at this
I've just discovered it's a consistent weak spot - at the very least that'll be sorted for tomorrow night. What did they say at Teacher Training? Practice makes permanent - not perfect.) With things starting to go awry last night, I fell into fail-safe mode and launched into Cold Heart and The Things She Said. Although it's nice to have something to fall back on, it does feel like I'm going through the motions a bit with Cold Heart now and I think I need to let it rest for a while.
It's going to get boring me keep mentioning my favourite artists (I won't mention my unfavourite) but Paula Curtis, Maija, and Luke Paulo all put in what I thought were good performances.
There is another artist, DR (I assume that's how you spell his name or he might have just thought when telling me for the umpteenth time: I'll just spell it phonetically). I first saw him play at The Jolly Anglers; I think it was the first time when I played there. He was full of nerves and self-consciousness not unlike me at the time. I've since seen him play a few times recently and it has been an oversight that I haven't mentioned him before now. As on those occasions, last night, with his happy songs, he played full of confidence, happiness and dare I say, refreshing humility. Actually both Luke and I agreed that DR seems to dump a pleasant vibe on the stage which remains even after he has left; he's a pleasure to watch and listen to.
