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.