The Psychology of Gigging…

pIncorporating, PSH Go Mad @ Grapes, Wind Up Being Mean To Each Other Shocker!br /br /Hello – late night at work, before dancing off to the Showroom to do an acoustic gig for which we really haven’t prepared enough. Anyway, the Tale Of Two Grape-gigs… it was the best of times, it was the worst of times…br /br /Saturday night – a big gig for us, since the two toppest soundmen in Sheffield had invited us to play their night, alongside The Hipshakes and Beachbuggy. Sound check was a horror of hammer proportions, since the wonderful, crappy guitar that has lasted us so long decided to become nothing more than a one note instrument, the note being ‘emFIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ’/em. Anyway, swift phone-calls and good friends (heads up Wrighty) saw us through, and when we finally hit the stage, quite nervous and apprehensive… we rocked! Seriously – possibly the best gig we’ve ever played, tight and fluid, relaxed yet getting that taunt edge in that we can nail if we’re on form. Sweet…br /br /Anyway, some background here. We’re all knackered. Totally bollocksed, there’s things happening at our work places, in our private lives, and on top of that we have the Pisco Energy demanding to be stoked. The demo weighs heavy on our minds, not so much because we’re awed by the amount of work to do, but more because its draining just to have it on our minds, tapping at the back there – “emHi! I’m the future vocal for ‘Empire’! Think I should be Elvis Costello-y, or more Johnny Rotten?/em”. Add to this some spectacularly poor planning. Not just arranging a lot of gigs, but a lot of gigs close together that demand different sets, covers to be decided upon, acoustic versions, just getting us and the kit there and back usually incorporating an element of hangover, plus the daily routine of work, plus the eating and sleep elements of life that are so easily forgotten when you’re at full pelt 24/7. And we’re getting /br /So zoom in on Monday – should be more relaxed than Saturday, we’re throwing some quickly arranged, but clever little covers in, as well as our fave own tunes at the moment, with some vocal supporters watching and a crowd who REALLY WANT to have a good time. No pressure, we can do this, no bother, lets go. Approach the stage… saddle that bass… ‘The Canch’ Andy? Don’t mind if I do…br /br /We strongstank/strong. Really, seriously bad. We were under prepared, far too lackadaisical, far too tired, the covers fell to bits especially the Bjork one that SHOULD have been cool, and SHOULD have blown everybody away but which we ACTUALLY stopped after a minute ‘cos it sounded fucking awful. We missed cues, we lost faith, we let ourselves down. Heartbreak…br /br /Anyway, soon after we reconvened downstairs at the Grapes, and had a barney at each other. What else can you do in a situation like that? We care so much about it that we were just flailing about, hoping we landed a killer blow to take the pressure off ourselves as individuals, and actually just upsetting each other in the process and winding ourselves up. Andy and his Lady Anna disappeared, and Ed and I soon followed, heads bowed, eyes susceptible to the bitter cold Sheffield wind. And herein ends this sorry /br /… except to say, that PSH are good at lesson learning. The thing about our band is that it’s exciting to be in it, and we find ourselves pushing hard at what we’re capable of as individuals, learning to play that riff you imagined three weeks ago, or constructing a song that blows the other two away, and its also exciting to be part of a trio, making sounds with three instruments that you could never have created on your own, becoming total funk-meisters even though you’re a librarian, and environmentalist, and a programmer. But we’re learning that you have to pace yourself, otherwise you just compromise what you create, and we want to create the BEST music ever. So if you were at Monday’s gig, we’re sorry… we did you a disservice, and we regret /br /But if you weren’t, just remember – we rock, and we’re ace, and the next time we see you from our vantage point beside two amps and a drum kit… You. Will. Dance. Whether you want to or not…br /br /Goodnight! God bless!br /br /Peterbr //p

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