The Black Sheep gig was lovely.
A bunch of people came who I had never met, but who knew my songs. That fucked with my brain a little. I kept thinking, "But I must know them somehow. Why else would they be here?" I don't think I've quite wrapped my brain around this whole solo musician thing. (But I really do think I knew them somehow)
Black Sheep shows are always nice, but playing on a sunny Sunday afternoon is especially pleasant. Lucy the pug came and hung out with me, but much to my dismay, Wilbur the Frenchie wasn't there. I made a mental note to bring my future bulldog up to Wakefield on a day when both Lucy and Wilbur are there. They will drool on each other and hump the air, no doubt. Then I will have a heart attack of CUTE and die a happy girl.
There were lots of kids at the show this time, and I was glad I brought along so many chocolate eggs (I'm sure the parents weren't thanking me afterwards though.... That's a lot of sugar for a few small people). Jamie Anderson drove up from South Carolina to play the gig, and she was a huge hit with the kiddies. I especially liked her song "When Cats Rule the World," and her brilliant spoof, "I Wanna Be a Straight Guy." She made some of the straight guys in the room question their most-cherished dude routines, I'm sure. She also spoke with a delicious drawl, and made the whole room say, "Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit."* Even the kids repeated it. I was impressed.
This is the last day of my Easter vacation, and I have been loving every second of it. Four days is perfect. Three is a tease. I feel like I actually managed to catch up on some much-needed sleep, spicy curries, quality time with my Better Half, and Star Wars on VHS. Isn't that what long weekends are all about?
* I went and looked this up to see if it's a real Southern saying. Turns out it is. Good lord.