It's was a few months ago now, but the album was finally launched. A longer journey than I had imagined yet within reason. The launch was everything it was suppose to be. The venue, Bar Fly was great. The sound was big and proud, the other acts on the night complemented each other nicely.
The music was brought to life by the people who came and supported. Who joined into the rhythm and felt the music instead of standing passively by, just as I had imagined when I laid down the idea 18 months ago. It meant a lot to me to see so many familiar faces. Deep in the back of my mine I had an idea that this would also be my final UK gig.
Despite a nagging feeling of melancholy I had such a great time. The venue made us feel spoilt. Or at least gave back a little reward for all the unseen hard work that artist do. There was private space to hang out and prepare for the show, in lay mans terms, a back stage! Not to mention the stacked rider. There was a time that most gigs and most musicians would have been privy to such accomodations, however with an economic crisis and little time and money being invested in the true arts, sees these perks few and far between. The occasion certainly wasn't lost on me. I smashed the rider with a few mates. After the performance of course.
Thanks to the venue and its staff, as well as all my mates who came and supported me at yet another gig. We created memories of a life time. Memories that suit track 10 of the album. Get it and see. The performance it self felt good and it was great to hear such encouraging feedback from friends and dare I say fans, with some very unexpected people appearing from nowhere to show their support.
The gig was just the beginning of the night and rightfully so. We kicked on and supported the other bands, got pretty mess and claimed the dance floor as our own.
A moment to saviour, after all is said and done. It ended as it begun. With one man and his musical gun.
