Stagefright? On getting better.

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photo by Zach Smolinski

I’m going to break a string. My guitar is going to stop making sound. We’re going to get out of sync with the keyboard tracks. Nah. These things have never really happened. Breaking a string? Sometimes, but hey, you play with the remaining five and switch guitars at the end of the song. No big shakes. But I DO have big shakes. Almost every time I play. Why? I’m not so sure.

When I played in my 20’s I was completely comfortable on stage. I would kick out the jams, work the crowd, just have a ball in general. Now every gig to me seems like a big dramatic affair. I sweat so much while I play that it’s almost become my trademark.

I’m not really even that afraid of bombing. Small screwups people probably aren’t going to notice. Big screwups? Well, again, we haven’t really had one yet. We practice enough to avoid mishaps like that. But if one did happen? So fucking what. Have a laugh and move on.

I am getting better about this with every gig we play. I focus on having a good time in the moment on stage. Not worry so much about how we’re sounding. I know it’s much more fun for you in the audience if I’m having a good time up there. Unless you hate me and would like to see me squirm, of course. But that’s probably not the case.

See Boolean Knife at Glenwood Arts Festival on Sunday August 21st at 3pm. It’s going to be a good time.

 

 

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