Satch Bus, outside venue, Copenhagen.
An experientially long overnight drive, including ferry, to Copenhagen, arriving c. 10.15. Dribbling, into the bath, hitting the street at lunchtime for lattes & continuing reading. Lobby call at 15.00 for a soundcheck necessitated by last night's appalling sound.
The venue was a sports hall, not an easy acoustic for loud rock performance. Nor quiet rock performance. Nor performance at any level. Good professionals like Joe & Steve accept that this is what it is, and deal. A very loud stage, and very loud, reverberant room giving considerable difficulties to Doug Nightwine, hero FOH soundmixer.
One vision of hell --
Both Steve's & Joe's sets were superb, and the jam worked much better than last night; that the players were able to hear each other was an added bonus. This evening, I enjoyed playing both with the Satch band and the jam.
Steve practises signing his name. The life of the working player --
The Soundscapes set was met by booing & slow handclapping, for the second evening in a row. I find that if my playing is right, I have no concern for the reception. If my playing is poor, for whatever reason, I am unable to look people in the eyes, as after last night's jam. For Soundscapes, on both the performances so far, my feelings are untouched by the reception.
But a night in a hotel room. Hotel Room With Fruit & Dodgy Art: Still Life --