I say I think because of all the loonie, stupid drinkers. Who, it seems can only enjoy themselves, if they are off their heads. Dancing drunks, who have no idea of boundaries. They may have been on other substances too, who knows today. It seems, anything goes, in the quest for happiness...were they really happy? It didn't look happy to me. But then, thank god, I wasn't in their heads, or bodies. Ugl now that's a nasty thought.
Some were already there, front row, almost falling down, comatose drunk when we arrived. Blokes who should be old enough to know better. Except they don't. They stare, and leer, and act inaproprietly. Putting you off the whole idea of being out at all. Why can't they have a room for the drunks, and one for the people just out to have fun with the music, and their friends. Keep the staggerers away from the band, and the real dancers.
I was official Vidio film maker of the night. That went down like a lead balloon with one of them. Who took great exception to me standing near him. It wasn't by choice I assure you. I thought he might fall on me. It was the only place I could get a good view of the band. I was careful not to block his view too. Still, he was not happy. I could feel the vibes, but ignored them. I am, after all, a professional, ha ha. For the night anyway. Later in the evening, he came to whisper in my ear. 'I didn't like you!' 'Oh dear, why not?' I replied. Not really giving a flying f... 'Cause of....' he said gesturing with his fingers, making a square. Not the iPad surely? It appears so. He really did not like the fact that I had shared his general area. "But," he said, "I like you now....." Stroking my arm, as I continued filming. Oh lucky me. "That's nice, pleased to hear it" I said. Wishing he would go away. He continued stroking my arm for a bit, half way through filming a number, I ignored him. Eventually he went off, but not far enough, unfortunately. He stayed within smelling distance. You knw that strong, booze smell, that comes through the pores. Illustrating this is not his first big booze of the last few days.
We, my friends, and I did out best to enjoy the music, the dancing, and the company. As the evening went on, the crowd got bigger, but the drunks remained pretty much as they were. Or, at least, where they were. Of course, their dancing elongated. The steps becoming bigger, as the job of balancing became harder. This of course, meant they lurched into all sorts of other dancers. Who luckily for them were a cheerful crowd. Eventually, the worst drunk dancer? landing on the microphone stand, and keyboard. In an almost, full fall. The keyboard player barely caught the top as it spun sideways. All sorts of innefectual hand gestures, and garbled words ensued, as everything was righted.
Disaster averted, we all continued 'doing out thing', as they say now. At that point, I decided not to chance my luck by filming any more. I was drinking myself, by the time he fell, and missed the worst. The rest of the crowd, were merry by this time. Perhaps the secret is, not to start drinking before the band get into their sets.
As is the way with many gigs, that go on into midnight, the crown disperses suddenly. Half way through the last set, all but we diehards left for home, or other places. We real followers of the bad, had the room to ourselves.
OK. Enough, enough I thought. I have filmed about eight, or nine numbers. That's enough to mull over tomorrow. These films, being just the thing to check out your progress as a band. Which, the next day, is exactly what we did. My brother, and I. Of course he will have download them, and show the rest of the guys, but he says they help a lot.
Oh, but next time, I hope they play somewhere other than the serious drinkers, local watering hole. Because, if I have both hands free, or even one, no drunk b....... better try touching me anywhere!
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