Saturday, February 17, 2007
This weekend has been punctuated with a lot of stress and loneliness. I bite off much more than I could chew and now I have no one to blame for the complaints I have but myself. I have pie all over my face and not in the same way I did on my birthday in 2004.
The shows at Gus's are going well, but there always seems to be some amount of stress associated with them. Last night was great band quality wise, but just taxing and embarrassing. I felt so stupid when it became painfully apparent that we overbooked the show and had to cancel one of the acts. I had wanted to do something nice for someone who deserved it and I failed at that. Doing something well is a reward, doing something halfassed, especially when I've learned so many times before not to overbook, just makes you feel like a twit.
Tonight is shaping up to be another stress fest with the one band that was going to bring a drumkit cancelling 4 hours before load-in. I can't get a hold of any of the other bands, so that really busts my balls. I have a feeling all my friends will be elsewhere tonight so that's another minus. Not like I spent much time with them at the shows the last two nights aside from Lachie and Gerry.
I think I am just worn out from taking on too many jobs. I am supposed to interview Holy Mountain for Skyscraper and work on the history of blogging for the BNMI in addition to the show airing on TV Tropolis.
It's kind of funny that the one Coast article that I've contributed to that I didn't get paid for, is the one that I got the most comments on.
I get the feeling that listening to No Hope for the Kids isn't improving my mood any...
"I stuffed myself with pills today, doesn't seem to be working… It's a rainy day, my life just slips through my hands just to fade away."
The shows at Gus's are going well, but there always seems to be some amount of stress associated with them. Last night was great band quality wise, but just taxing and embarrassing. I felt so stupid when it became painfully apparent that we overbooked the show and had to cancel one of the acts. I had wanted to do something nice for someone who deserved it and I failed at that. Doing something well is a reward, doing something halfassed, especially when I've learned so many times before not to overbook, just makes you feel like a twit.
Tonight is shaping up to be another stress fest with the one band that was going to bring a drumkit cancelling 4 hours before load-in. I can't get a hold of any of the other bands, so that really busts my balls. I have a feeling all my friends will be elsewhere tonight so that's another minus. Not like I spent much time with them at the shows the last two nights aside from Lachie and Gerry.
I think I am just worn out from taking on too many jobs. I am supposed to interview Holy Mountain for Skyscraper and work on the history of blogging for the BNMI in addition to the show airing on TV Tropolis.
It's kind of funny that the one Coast article that I've contributed to that I didn't get paid for, is the one that I got the most comments on.
I get the feeling that listening to No Hope for the Kids isn't improving my mood any...
"I stuffed myself with pills today, doesn't seem to be working… It's a rainy day, my life just slips through my hands just to fade away."
# posted by Die Brucke @ 7:02 PM 
