The Music Bar Jeejee gig didn’t generate high hopes. It was on the worst possible day, a Thursday, and with the over 18 age limit some of our more active audience couldn’t get in. There were still caterpillars in my stomach. The long awaited Promo-pics got taken before the gig.
For a sleepy head the day started far too early. About midday started make-up and styling. Faces matt, eyes rock and roll and hair with attitude. After a few hours and some mild nervous breakdowns we were ready for the camera’s demanding eye. The time table was tight and we were late.
Sound check was ahead and we were getting hot (Vivian almost literally), when sleeves rolled, we shifted the instruments and gear from the training pad. Our driver had obviously been watching the rallies and our tyres screeched on route to the gig. At last we got set up and started the soundcheck.
Doing the sound check brought sweat to our brows and we had to call for make-up again. In a cloud of powder the caterpillars became fully grown butterflies until the lighting got sorted and we were each bathed in a spotlight. The butterflies disappeared and we started to get the vibes.
At 23.45 we got down to it. Rock and roll therapy. The punters moved from the bar closer to the stage and the brave ones found their way to the front row. Old and new fans joined as the music shook their bodies. The show exceeded our expectations and all our fears proved to be groundless.
We were feeling high after the gig went so well. It was time to sit and sample some of Jeejee’s offerings and pose for pictures with the fans.
The evening didn’t end at the Jeejee though. A taksi van took our group, (read stoned group) to Emma’s, the Tammela burger kiosk and finally back to the flat, to ponder the real power of music and to eagerly await the future.
- Court Poet
