I’ve had a very busy few days. I’m beat. I was finally had a chance to relax for about an hour and a half and have some dinner before I had to go play a gig at a really crappy club. I dragged myself away and got to the gig to find that there was an opening act. If I’d have known this nugget in advance I could have stayed home for another hour and a half rather than sitting in a damn smoke filled bar which only had people that were all tatt’d out (lots of tattoos).
I can think of many things I’d rather do than sit there breathing cigarette smoke looking at ugly chicks covered in tattoos…
The club sucks. My singer apologized for booking the gig and I took the opportunity to let him know that I don’t want to play there again…