Frankie famously said relax. But he didn’t say how. Now, I’m not trying to blame Frankie Goes To Hollywood for my perpetual tense state, I’m just saying if you’re going to tell me to do something, at least give me instructions.
So we’ve just had our opening weekend and man alive, what an experience! This first show I was absolutely shitting it. I did the biggest nervous poo ever. And yeah, it went alright!
But the SECOND show! Wowza, that shit was off da chain! Despite almost decking it on stage and falling off my chair, ot went really well. I’m very proud of it and now I can relax a bit and start enjoying the festival.
I’m so tired though. Someone let me nap on them.
Fucking hell. What a week. It’s been 6 days since the preview and I’m only now getting back to normal. Oh man, one thing I did not account for was how much it was going to take out of me. I was exhausted! All this adrenaline, nerves and energy beforehand, then zooompch. It was like I deflated.
(Said in style of SHAKIRA, SHAKIRA)
Rehearsals are well and truly underway for In Utero and fuck me, I’m shattered. But I’m loving it! Look at the venue we’re rehearsing in. Look at it!
Aye, rehearsals. They are going great, feeling more and more confident each time. BUT I JUST WANT TO SLEEP! My lovely day job has me working till 6am and then I’m rehearsing from…noon to 6pm and then back to work. It’s a struggle. But I’m doing ok! Power through! I love coffee. Oh man I’m rambling again. I’m so tired. But wired. Tired and wired. I’m gonna stop talking I don’t know what I’m saying.