Thanks, gang. I don't know why I let this one get to me so much but it really did. My first gig was in 1988 in a village hall and I've had plenty since then, from pubs to sold-out universities - I was once in a band that had a very, very brief 'moment' before it all went to tits 🙂. I suppose if I analysed it there have been more one-man-and-a-dog incidents than I care to remember and we've always managed to take some fun from it: my traditional greeting of 'I'd like to thank you both for coming' to a small audience (said with a smile, I hasten to add!), testing songs in the live environment. all that.
But the after-effect of this one has left me feeling deflated, for the first time. It's odd but I suppose it's because it was on our doorstep. In a couple of weeks we're playing in Barnstaple, 20 minutes in the other direction and I'm now beginning to dread it, which is pathetic. Oh, I should add I'm that rare breed: lead singer, main songwriter AND bassist, so maybe I'm just taking it too personally and need to get over myself.
Pfft, listen to me. Grow up man!
But thanks, everyone - much appreciated positive vibes from you all 🙂