that's just sick

I've been feeling a little lightheady/semi-crappety for most of today, and I think now I've got a full-blown fever going. I feel like shite.

We've had a rehearsal or two since the last post. With Jon and I, it's interesting what pieces just fall together and what takes a lot of work to shape. Since 90% of our cd's are full-band stuff, the challenge was to translate it into the acoustic duo format. Some of it works better than others. The ones that don't, we tend to alter significantly so that it does. And some of this is hard because we've never played it live in any format, and we have to learn the song from scratch. Even the covers we choose surprise us in unexpected ways. I guess that's redundant, eh? Well, fuck off. I'm sick, dammit.

Sorry, that's bitch me talking. Oh, who am I kidding, is there any other me? Am I making any sense?

I stopped at Red Eyes this afternoon to check the place out before the show next week. I'm not sure what to think of it. It's in a newish building, and it's a little sparkly. It seems to take some of it's decor cues from Starbuck's, but I can't tell if it's meant to be ironic or not. I think I shall choose to think it ironic. Anyway, it's pretty small, and the layout is a little weird. The stage, nook where we'll play is about five feet across and six feet deep, and sits tucked away in a corner. Not sure how the Salute girls are going to get a keyboard and amps in there. At least Jon and I just have the guitars and one electronic gizmo, though even with that, I think we'll have to stand single file, rather than side by side. That means I'll have to look at the back of his head for the entire set. Maybe I'll tape a nice picture back there. The place is small enough that I'm not even sure we'd need mic's.

Remind me to change the colors on the main Nancys' site menu. I don't know what I was thinking. I wish I had an excuse like "I'd had a serious brain injury earlier in the day, and wasn't quite right.", but all I have is "I wasn't quite right."