this happened yesterday...
Yesterday I went to an Open-Mic night with Sarah. Not just for fun and beers although that is the main reason of our weekly Tuesday meetings. The reason for my one and only beer in a week had a purpose this time. Let me explain:
Sarah has an amazing voice. Sarah can play amazing songs on her guitar. And so people who have heard her play are sure she will be the next Sandi Thom, although that would be hard if she keeps playing only for friends. So I took it upon me to push harder and make her perform on stage.
That’s why the open-mic night at Trof , a great place in Fallowfield! I loved it 4 years ago, and I still love till this day. This night it could have been great as well, weren’t for Beavis and Butthead hosting the night. I have not seen two more bizarre looking guys, totally in their own bubble, who love Satan-music (if you don’t know what I mean, please wait till you see me next time and I will scream some Satan-music in your ear…) and will make sure everybody will have a headache within 30 minutes after entering the place. If I would be capable to kill, their heads would be sitting on my desk right now!
Anyway, the monkeys decided that maybe it would be a good idea to let the artists perform who have been on stage for about 10-15 minutes, getting their heads blown off by the amplifier that doesn’t work half of the time. This scene had made a great picture. I was too annoyed to actually think of making pictures. Shame.
The first artist was a numb head, singing out of tune, about ‘a friend with a tumour, but there is nothing to worry about’. I didn’t know if I had to laugh or cry. It was really out of tune… The second one was a girl, with a great voice but a wrong choice of songs. Dunno why the first guy got to sing three ‘songs’, and this girl had to go off stage after only two! She was good. I think girls are more self aware, and will not perform if they aren’t SURE they are good. Anyway, next one. Two actually. One with a guitar, one with a mandolin. Also a depressive choice of music, but the second song had more rhythm, which made my night. However, by this time my mood had sunk into my shoes, which was amplified by the two monkeys who turned up the bizarreness and the volume.
I walked home. I didn’t need to say more to Sarah. She got the point I hope. Next week I’m in Holland, so no Trof. But when I am back the week after, I expect her to blow the monkey’s heads off. Seriously.
Sarah has an amazing voice. Sarah can play amazing songs on her guitar. And so people who have heard her play are sure she will be the next Sandi Thom, although that would be hard if she keeps playing only for friends. So I took it upon me to push harder and make her perform on stage.
That’s why the open-mic night at Trof , a great place in Fallowfield! I loved it 4 years ago, and I still love till this day. This night it could have been great as well, weren’t for Beavis and Butthead hosting the night. I have not seen two more bizarre looking guys, totally in their own bubble, who love Satan-music (if you don’t know what I mean, please wait till you see me next time and I will scream some Satan-music in your ear…) and will make sure everybody will have a headache within 30 minutes after entering the place. If I would be capable to kill, their heads would be sitting on my desk right now!
Anyway, the monkeys decided that maybe it would be a good idea to let the artists perform who have been on stage for about 10-15 minutes, getting their heads blown off by the amplifier that doesn’t work half of the time. This scene had made a great picture. I was too annoyed to actually think of making pictures. Shame.
The first artist was a numb head, singing out of tune, about ‘a friend with a tumour, but there is nothing to worry about’. I didn’t know if I had to laugh or cry. It was really out of tune… The second one was a girl, with a great voice but a wrong choice of songs. Dunno why the first guy got to sing three ‘songs’, and this girl had to go off stage after only two! She was good. I think girls are more self aware, and will not perform if they aren’t SURE they are good. Anyway, next one. Two actually. One with a guitar, one with a mandolin. Also a depressive choice of music, but the second song had more rhythm, which made my night. However, by this time my mood had sunk into my shoes, which was amplified by the two monkeys who turned up the bizarreness and the volume.
I walked home. I didn’t need to say more to Sarah. She got the point I hope. Next week I’m in Holland, so no Trof. But when I am back the week after, I expect her to blow the monkey’s heads off. Seriously.
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