Tuesday brought Gerardo Naumann workshop on Text And The City. Walked around Dublin all morning, not too far from the sea.
Then to photocopy more headlines for the walls of the gig.
Favourite recession headlines:
and, despite a weary body, a feeling in the belly of success.
Wednesday brought angry dock people and a horrible knot in the stomach like a cannonball. Floor scrubbing and exhaustion pure like butter.
Doctors recommend that, when stressed worried or depressed, exercise alters the serotonin chemicals in the brain. Neurotransmission is improved.
Disco-nnect has, I think, this affect on me. We were sold out and the crowd were such good people and they danced with such vim and vigour I could not but be happy. The sun came out, I remembered everything, the people smiled and these are contagious:
On Thursday a group of American students came along and owned the gaff. Normally, a mixture of bullying, cajoling, gentle encouragement, showing and enthusing is needed for people to participate, but this crowd were *crunked* and by the end of the gig, the windows were steamed. On this day, for the first time, David Murphy of Queen Kong played guitar on Here is Home and Epidemic and it sounded great.
In the daytime, we got the artwork down for Dot-Dash and put up Here is Home on myspace.
Yesterday was Friday.
In the morning, Fink and I went to the Irish Musuem Assocation to talk about the audiedetour. Afterwards, we ran down the street in the sunshine, with Fink talking about her new project - and digging and fish gutting. Then fish (a whole trout each for us three!) on a Friday.
I got a little shock when I saw the report and that numbers were low, when every other night has been full. I quite like the difference in audience when you play to 1 or 100 or 300 people and would love to play around with that more. However Disco-nnect is a performance everyone carries, like pallbearers at a funeral carry a coffin and it needs a certain number to take off (you can't carry a coffin by yourself!) Also it has to be capped at a certain number (over the 30 mark and it loses a sense of intimacy or communion). Thankfully, just at 7pm two merry groups came marching down the quays and we were just two short of full and we were off.
After the tour/gig we hot-footed it to Navan for a later night gig. After playing with the album tracks all week, it was interesting to go back to using the vinyl. Navan is such a funny place, the people there are so friendly and the gig organiser, Sean, insisted that a barman walk us to our bus. Oh gentleman! On the very very late bus back to Dublin I fell asleep and dreamt of being in a St. Patrick's day float in Navan, holding my passport aloft over my head with both arms, but it was as big as one of those novely cheques that models pose with. Actually, it was bigger!
Today is Saturday and tonight is the last night.
It is really great having a run like this, all the emotion of first night, last night etc.
Hubba hubba big bazookas!
