Another rehearsal is in the bag, and I am finally feeling a little more relaxed about the CD release party. I feel this way for several reasons, but mostly because:
I have a wicked, awesome group of dudes playing in the band.
(Above, Brian squealed "I have to fix my hair!" You can guess which one he is.)
I have a lovely banjo that I would love to introduce to everyone.
And after doing the math, I realized that I only have 17 more tickets left for the show. That doesn't include the batch I dropped off at Compact Music, and that doesn't include the handful of tickets at the NAC box office, but overall? Sales have suddenly picked up. And that means I don't have to worry about playing a show with only my folks in the audience, and with my dad, inevitably, taping everything on his 1980s-era camcorder.
On the other hand, this makes me a bit nervous for those folks who don't have tickets yet. To you I say: Get thee to Compact Music before mine tickets become extinctified! I would love for all you beautiful babes to join in the festivities.