Heather Lloyd and Rick Millman performing at the Java Mammas open mic. Rick was actually the very first featured artist at my open mic a couple of years ago – it was great to have him back. As usual, he was great – and it was Heather’s first night back in town and I’m …. you know… voyeuristic and I like watching her playing with other people. Shh. I didn’t say that. I just meant her new haircut looks great. 
Last night’s show was hard. There are some nights where the gig just rips so much more out of me than it perhaps should. Last night was exhausting – a long night but not a long show, I probably shouldn’t feel quite so beat. Overheated and gasping, I felt it in the ache of my muscles that I needed to get some air before the first set was over. With my shoes off and some time outside in the cold night air I came back to the second set stronger, but I was horribly aware of giving awfully close to my all – and it not being enough.
I also hit two wrong chords. I don’t think I flubbed any lyrics though… it was a good show, but I just felt old.
I’m not TOO worried… I’ve had nights like this before. If I had a couple of them in a ROW I might be getting paranoid about it, but I think I just chalk it up to a bad night, perhaps a little more of whatever shot Bob was giving than I should’ve had, and being a bit out of shape. We’ll see what we can do about the former, remember the second, and work on the third. And maybe it WAS more work than I was thinking, because my legs are all weird and crampy. But then again, maybe that’s just because I was trying to show how I’m actually a little more flexible than Sharif.
Body. Hurts.
