Yesterday I woke up in a bad mood. A really, really bad mood. I had no desire to play a show, let alone be the class clown yet again.
I have a repertoire of serious songs. Y'know, real songs! My whole second album is made up of serious songs, most of which I never play live as the crowds never want to hear it.
Yesterday I just said fuck it, and did a six-song set of bleak, depressing songs. The kind of things that Mike Scott would be proud of! Wearing all black, obviously! I also tried out a new gimmick (partially glommed from Guerilla Poubelle - check them out by the way, awesome French punk-hardcore) wherein I had sheets of paper stuck to the wall and drew a sketch for every track. I also stuck some sheets up near the crowd and encouraged them to also draw. My mates drew some things so that was cool.
Point is, it was the only time I've ever come off stage as MC iPod and felt I had any integrity left. True.
So yeah, I felt rather damn fine after that. It was nice to have an audience for some of the (in my opinion, anyway) better songs I've written.
If you're interested, the set was:
Sexual Kids: About people needed to deal with the fact that partners have likely done stuff before they were with you, likely starting at a young age.After me was Gravedale High who were the same horror-punk-metal-heads they've always been!
At Me (2 Dead 2 Care): A rant about the public's views of me.
Heroin: Nature's Passtime: I knew a guy who did heroin. He died. True story.
Zombies: Horror-rap written for a movie soundtrack about zombies. I had to do this at a horror-punk show really!
Superficial: About venues closing down, usually due to bureaucratic reasons.
Frustrated (Part 2): Written when I was unemployed about, well, being unemployed.
Headliners were the suitably awesome Zombina and the Skeletones. Pop-horror-punk-ska-surf-rock I guess... Awesome. Awesome. Check them out if you get the chance.