I'm not all that crazy about performing. The studio is nice and cozy. The stage is always too loud or not loud enough, too bright, too cramped or too spare. Always found it trying when I was a kid in a band, then djing, even when backing up a friend these days. It didn't help the other night when we arrived for our sound check at eight and had to sit through an hour of noise punctuated by some sort of yelling every once in a while. It was interesting, as what I had heard from this band had led me to expect something a bit more dance club friendly, but my eardrums overruled novelty fairly quickly. The fun part was this leaving us about five minutes to get our check one two on. Needless to say, it led to the monitor mix sounding somewhat far from ideal, but hey, just go up there and blast it, right? Done. It ended up being a lot of fun, definitely the best show I've done with my pard Collage to date. Got an ego boost from the strangers with the smiles and the pats on the backs, then definitely when we came back from a trip down the street for a little dubstep and the headliners only held on to about a third of the people we had left them with. Things learned: 1. Norwegian guys in quirk rock bands are kind of dicks. 2. Despite bad omens, sometimes it works.
