Monday 3 January 2005

It sometimes feels strange writing this. I know that it's read by thousands of people and the advice I was given by a veteran blogger, was to write it as though no-one reads it. I find that difficult, I'm aware that people do read it, that's why names are very rarely mentioned, unless I have point to make or if it's important to the narrative. The point I'm making is that everything I write is true, sometimes the stories don't match the dates, sometimes I remember something that I didn't include and it then becomes part of that days diary!
Last night's gig was a strange one, I was in a small hotel/inn in Leicester standing in once again for a comic who has taken ill over Christmas. As this comic is a singer/comedian it's difficult for me to replace him as he does almost 90 minutes on stage. So last night, the agent had booked a jazz singer to help fill in. Not that he told me this, so as people were eating I humped my PA system in, only to have to dismantle it when fucking Ella Fitzgerald tuned up! The proprietor then insisted he wanted the singer to do her first spot at 10.15 , so it was well past 11pm when I eventually took to the stage. It was a good one. I've learned over the past year to pace my act to suit a quiet/older audience. I used to have the attitude that they would soon come around to my style, that was never really the case. So I tone down the Mackem Motormouth stuff. A lot of my colleagues in the industry would never recognise the Roughy that was on stage last night. It is working, the sort of jobs I'm now getting shows that the agents are beginning to trust me in a totally mainstream situation.
FTM!