So Reliquary played a show this past Friday, in support of our favorite photographer’s first solo show. The sound was surprisingly good; we didn’t freeze to death despite playing on an outside stage in temperatures below 50°F; and a goodly number of people seemed to enjoy our set.
It was kind of a mess in every other regard.
We forgot a perfectly ridiculous number of things:
- milk crates to stand the gear on;
- power strips, to plug the gear in to;
- Loki’s outfit;
- to set up a merch table, despite having brought our Big Bag O’ Tshirts and Stickers and CDs* and Things;
- Kara’s earphones for her monitor
I managed to put mascara on one eye’s worth of lashes, and somehow forgot to put mascara on the other eye.
Worst of all, I forgot an entire bassline, during the set. And it’s not like I forgot a complex one, no. I forgot the one for Dusk Falls, which has all of three notes. I did somehow manage not to sink through the stage in humiliation, which, I suppose, is a plus. Hopefully everyone thought there really wasn’t a bassline for that song, and didn’t smirk too badly at the stupidly-swaying bass player.
So we closed on Love Songs, after which some people** screamed for encores. Nothing daunted, we played Lakme, after which I muted my pedal and started taking off my bass. Well, people*** were still screaming, so we’re all, “I guess we could do Winter World …” So we did. And I screwed up a couple times because my fingers were so cold I could barely hold the pick, to say nothing of fretting properly, but just kept going, because that’s how I roll, right? Then, after the last note died out, I turned to mute my processor, only to see that … I hadn’t un-muted it for Winter World.
I nudged Loki and pointed at my processor.
“You … you were muted the whole time?”
It was that sort of night.
We hung out for a little while longer, chatting with friends, and then went home. In my case, it was because I’m still grieving and my nerves are a little raw. Loki was also worn out from insufficient sleep and carrying all our gear around four times in one night.
So we went home and played Deathspank and reflected that, on the whole, it could have been a lot worse.
* Not Path of Hours, though, because our copies arrived the next morning.
** Ok, it was The Other Tom, a friend.