Cult
You know when people say “that’s my jam” when a song gets played? This is my jam. Even this extended version isn’t long enough.
So we played our first show. It’s strange how, with some of us not having played for close to a year, that time in the wilderness really does make you rusty. You can rehearse songs for months but performing them is wildly different to playing them.
It is not unlike the heady days of amateur theatrics, a pastime that half of LV were once involved in. The first time in front of a crowd is infectious and the instant reaction/gratification you receive is wonderfully exciting but you still need to perform a few more times, iron out the kinks and get every beat right, before you feel that you’re operating at peak performance. Last time I felt like that was coming off the back of a tour back in the old days, something we’re readily attempting to organise as soon as possible.
Thank you to everyone who came to see us try and work that rust out. The crowd reaction was fairly humbling considering that no-one had a need to care and, though the comparisons to Arcade Fire were more frequent than I’d hoped, we had a lot of fun.
In the space between now and next time, we will have to work on our stage design. The AOL keyword for 2011 is feathers.
DB x
