revenge of the con crud
So, ConCarolinas was a pretty good experience, on balance. We played some pretty damned good shows, if I do say so myself (and I do), our CD sounds really good, and people really seemed to dig the new stuff.
I also got to meet one of my favorite modern authors (and made him laugh with our brand of musical comedy during opening ceremonies…or maybe it was the simulated lightning strike), learned a bunch of new songs, made a few new friends, ended up playing bass with another band entirely as well, and generally had a successful convention experience.
We might have sold some more CDs if we had audiences that matched how good our shows sounded, which I blame mostly on scheduling things (our “special” guest status seemed more like the use of “special” when followed by “needs”) – a high-energy set full of jokes and music at a sci-fi convention isn’t going to fare well when scheduled against skimpy anime girl costume parades, or potential panel drama.
Oh well, we still kicked ass.
Thanks, again, Scott, Kirsten, Eddie, Christie, Leah, Mikey, Gray, Larry, and all you other people who made the weekend fun.
I drove home Sunday afternoon, struggling with what I would find to be con crud. I didn’t sleep particularly well at the con (something about a Hilton that’s not a Marriott), nor did I do so once I got home Sunday night. I felt awful otherwise, from stem to stern (especially stern), so to speak. I pre-emptively took off on Monday (largely because I knew how things were gonna go), but I ended up dropping out on Tuesday as well – some days, you wake up and you know it’s not going to happen.
