Sunday, April 17, 2005 How do you afford your rock and roll hairstyle?
So, Saturday night I was at a show in Pittsburgh, and at the end of it, I looked down at my shirt and noticed a blood stain. I was like, "Huh. I wonder whose blood that is," and I was looking around. Then it turned out it was my blood. I'd cut my hand, and I couldn't even begin to imagine how. I guess it's nicer that way than it would be to have someone else's blood on my clothes.
On Friday my fake band played its first and final show. It's nice that that's done with. I had a pretty good time, though, and our set was mercifully short because somebody sawed through his guitar strings too early. My main moment of terror came when I realized that the stage was going to be set up in such a way that I would be at the front. I handled it by trying to pretend that this was not the case and ignoring the audience. I had a harder time with the whole thing than I probably should have. Maybe I can't work with others, and will have to look more into developing my fake solo project. posted by Frenz | 4/17/2005 10:48:00 PM
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