Friday night's show was huge, but there were too many idiots there for it to be fun. People were trashing the Bakery's gorgeous mirrorball decorations and generally being obnoxious, then the night ran over to the point that my set, intended to start at 12:30, ended up being at 2am (after the venue's liquor liscence stopped, so the bar was closed). I soundchecked at 3, so by the time I left the venue, I'd been there for twelve hours! On top of this, some arsehole knocked over the table holding my gear without feeling the need to tell me, so halfway through the night I stumbled over all my gear, on the floor backstage. Then it was so late that the people I was collaborating with for that show had a heated argument with the promoters and left. Other things also contributed to my mood, which was pretty intense by the time I went on stage. In fact, it was super intense. I was fuckin' pissed off with everyone in the room and proceeded to lay down the angriest Tomás Ford musical vengence I could manage. No Reaction was a masterpiece of aggression and the underlying themes of frustration and audience blame that creep into my work sometimes really bubbled to the surface for a focused bit of hatemongering. Very satisfying hatemongering, it was too.
Saturday saw me with a near-lost voice from a combination of a cold, the previous night's show and the sleep deprivation I suffered last week while getting everything rolling for these shows. This meant rehearsal was torturous for everyone, as I was tired and could hardly speak, let alone sing or attempt to be on key... it ended up being fine though, my voice kicked in once the audience came in, like it usually does in these situations, though it got a bit red raw towards the end. I managed to super-offend my stage manager without even trying, resulting in her turning a bit, erm, painful to deal with, for the rest of the night. But the shows were an absolute blast and turned out exactly as I'd hoped they would - big ups to the girls from Brash And Sassy, who did an amazing job of sharing the stage with me. Word is that it looked slick. We love slick. Nobody ever calls me slick.
Then on sunday, totally emotionally exhausted and with no voice whatsoever (I couldn't even squeak!), I went to do my dodgy day job, that I do two days a week as a means of feeding my wee family. I was a zombie. I slept through half of monday and then the rest of it I wish didn't happen as my car died (expensively) in the arse and in such a way that, given the stress of the preceding week, I pretty much lost my shit. This was followed by my recieving an email informing me that the long term collaborators who left in a huff on friday were going to stop working with me for a series of the most irrational reasons ever committed to e-mail.
So yeah; I'm tired, I'm drained, I'm burnt out.
Apparently Mercury turned retrograde or something on saturday. Mercury can go fuck itself along with the rest of the universe.