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Ow. My head.
Feb. 24th, 2008 08:29 amI am officially becoming a lightweight in my old age. Two pints of cider last night, and whilst I don't have a hangover, per se, my head is definitely a tad on the achey side.
Spent last night at the local pub, playing with Tim and Mike for a retirement/birthday do. Had probably the world's most eclectic set list, going from "wild Rover" to "Let it Be" via "Wanted: Dead or Alive". Bonkers. It went pretty well - Tim got to do some lead vocals for a change, which always gives him a happy. He sang "Hey Jude", complete with McCartney's completely mad ending. Wow - is that what I look like during "Rhiannon", I wonder?
It's always fun doing this small scale friendly pub thing - particularly when it's in a pub where *cough* everybody knows your name. It's easy to get them singing along, and you know what the crowd will respond to ("Wild Rover" and "Hey Jude" mostly!), which is always fun. I can't imagine where I'm next going to get the chance to perform Beatles numbers next door to 80's hair rock, but it was fun whilst we did it :-)
Irritated that I managed to hit the worst of both worlds - Mike stayed over last night (so he could claim a free beer that Tim owed him for nailing "Go Your Own Way" at the last FFM gig), and was leaving early this morning. I got up early (sore head and snoring husband do not mix) but sadly to the sound of Mike posting the keys through the letterbox, so I missed out on sleep AND missed out on saying good bye. Bother.
Maybe tea will help. Tea usually helps...
Spent last night at the local pub, playing with Tim and Mike for a retirement/birthday do. Had probably the world's most eclectic set list, going from "wild Rover" to "Let it Be" via "Wanted: Dead or Alive". Bonkers. It went pretty well - Tim got to do some lead vocals for a change, which always gives him a happy. He sang "Hey Jude", complete with McCartney's completely mad ending. Wow - is that what I look like during "Rhiannon", I wonder?
It's always fun doing this small scale friendly pub thing - particularly when it's in a pub where *cough* everybody knows your name. It's easy to get them singing along, and you know what the crowd will respond to ("Wild Rover" and "Hey Jude" mostly!), which is always fun. I can't imagine where I'm next going to get the chance to perform Beatles numbers next door to 80's hair rock, but it was fun whilst we did it :-)
Irritated that I managed to hit the worst of both worlds - Mike stayed over last night (so he could claim a free beer that Tim owed him for nailing "Go Your Own Way" at the last FFM gig), and was leaving early this morning. I got up early (sore head and snoring husband do not mix) but sadly to the sound of Mike posting the keys through the letterbox, so I missed out on sleep AND missed out on saying good bye. Bother.
Maybe tea will help. Tea usually helps...
