Guess what? It’s not all just fun and games. Maybe you already knew that. The last couple days have been really tough. I’m on day 3 of a migraine, jet leg maybe too (hard to tell what’s what), have a head cold/sinus thing going on, it’s in the mere teens Fahrenheit, and we’ve been under a lot of pressure from our promoter and managers to rock the shows here. Which, of course, includes a ton of new material and is a very demanding, both physically, technically, and musically set. Yesterday we got up at 6am to go play a live national TV broadcast. Migraine. Had a couple hours back at our cabins, then got in the van and drove to the venue. Migraine. Sound check. Food. Warm up. Show. Migraine. We have a new board out here, and even though our sound guy is amazing, everything sounds totally different and we didn’t have time to totally fix our mixes. Know what loud sounds are like with a migraine? How about bright stage lights? Ha ha I wanted to wear my giant Victoria Beckham-esque sunglasses on stage. During the show too, my in-ears totally skitzed and were cutting in and out multiple times a second, left was really quiet, right was really loud. We ordered me new ones weeks ago but they didnt arrive before we left the states. I ended up just ripping them out during the show.
I’m not trying to complain. On the contrary I guess I’m just trying to paint a picture of that notion “the show must go on”. There are starving children in the world, and crazy people running for president of the United States! Geez, I’m doing just fine! It makes me feel grateful for how good my body usually feels, and how easy I have it in life; that this, not feeling well and being under a lot of perceived “pressure” is a challenging low.
Our Dutch promoter was thrilled with the show and had no even constructive criticism. My artistic director & band mates gave me amazing compliments and super props. We were all given extraordinary bouquets with my favorite flower in them. And this morning, I awoke to flitting birds eating the birdseed we put out beneath fresh falling snow. Show must go on. Life will go on. C’est la vie. It’s jus’ da kine life bra… Go Excedrine Migraine, go!
