It’s been a while since we last performed. So when someone asked us if we wanted to play at their boyfriends’ going-away party I inwardly said “LET’S DO THIS!!!!!” Outwardly I said…”I’d better check with Olivia.” I didn’t have high hopes, what with all the study and assignments and the fact we had about 1 week to get our shit together and relearn how to play all our songs. But when she said yes (she is a trooper) it was ALL SYSTEMS GO!
So here’s the thing. Even though we write all of our own stuff, remembering ALL the words seems to be pretty hard for me. Remembering the licks seems to be a bit easier but I knew it was going to take a fair bit of practice to get this stuff down. It was worse for Liv, she hadn’t even picked up the bass for about 3 months before this and all of the practice we’d been doing was for our new songs (keyboard stuff, hopefully debuting soon). Reece was no problem at all. Even though he always says he’s as rusty as a rural southern american service station attendant, neither Liv nor myself can ever tell that he hasn’t nailed it. Surprisingly it all came together pretty quickly. I think we had maybe 2 rehearsals that week and a few run-throughs with just Liv and myself, but I guess its sort of like riding a bike. Except with moving your arms, fingers and mouth about.
So the set was sorted- 12 songs which we could probably drag out to about an hour. Venue was sorted- our friend had a pretty cool queenslander with a big backyard and undercover bit with power we could play in. I was actually pretty keen to try out the PA system I bought last year (which has come in VERY handy for rehearsal- actually being able to hear what you’re singing makes a huge difference) and see how the Apollo Interface was going to cut it live. Getting all of the gear to fit in one car was a crazy pipe dream which was never going to happen so luckily Reece’s new ute came to the party. Half an hours drive later and we were there.
And I just want to start out saying something in my defence: of the 300 or so individual pieces of equipment, stands, microphones, cables and instruments I had to remember to pack, only forgetting ONE of those things doesn’t seem like such a bad effort. Only trouble is that the ONE cable I forgot was the one that made the whole system run. So Olivia, love of my life, I am forever indebted to you for making the hour round trip to pick up one 1.5m long thunderbolt cable. True love. It didn’t work out too badly, it took about an hour anyway to get all the stuff hooked up, change into a suit and have a couple of shots of dutch courage (I still get pretty bad stage fright, even if its in front of a small group of people).
So everything was hooked up, we did a quick sound check and I’ve got to say that I was blown away by how much air this tiny little PA system I’d bought could move. It sounded HUGE. We had the electronic kit to try and keep the noise levels down and being able to run everything through a vintage tape machine emulation on the apollo and have the vocals through vintage compressors, eq’s, reverbs and delays made it sound fantastic (I think. Maybe it sounded like cat sex out the front. I can only assume).
After a shaky start we cruised through the set without any major hiccups. Except for the furry stage invader who somehow managed to unplug Reece’s crash cymbal from the kit (I think it was a scottish terrior maybe?). And best of all, the cops didn’t show up- always a bonus (its not that I don’t like the hardworking and dedicated police officers of our fine state, but you all seem to have very sensitive ears). So a great night had by all. Or at least us.
PS: shoutout to the guy who wandered in wearing a pair of dungarees with a pair of drum sticks wondering if this was the house he was meant to be playing a gig at because he heard music and didn’t actually have the address of the place he was going. Good luck to you sir.
PPS: sorry there aren’t any photos, I forgot to take any in the excitement. Just like a certain cable…that I’ll never be able to forget ever again. Reece won’t let me.