played my first show in a year last night - very strange. probably over 100 people, most of whom i half-knew. after five years in nyc that's still a big deal. adrenaline rush like i haven't had in a while, my hands powerful but not my own - the songs playing themselves. during 'insignificant other' i had a mysterious loss of power in my legs, i had to keep changing rock stances just not to fall. i wasn't nervous so much as unsure - i didn't really care one way or the other if people liked us, i just didn't really want to hear about it. in previous bands i'd be really excited if people came up and complimented us, especially if it involved my singing, because it gave me confidence - but now i feel just as critical as those in the audience, know what they'll say and am annoyed at the paternal sentiment expressed therein 'i just think you really need an honest critique.' really? i just think we need to write better songs. ha ha. a rock critic with no time for her critics.
played with the boxes, an all girl hard rock type band with a man killer on lead. very straightforward structures and either a following or massive, drunken groupies.