Open mic 8

Venue: The Bank, Fortitude Valley
Date: 10 November, 2010

I don't take compliments well. I'm my own harshest critic, so when people compliment me, I don't know how to respond. Obviously, the word 'thanks' leaves my mouth - I've learned that much. But what the hell am I supposed to say after that? But this was open mic #8 for me, I don't think I've earned the right to be thanked yet. Once I hit 50, then we'll talk.

I tried some new stuff, used some old stuff and people in the audience seemed to enjoy it. People say the Bank is a bad room. I don't disagree, but it's a country mile better than the Hamilton. People here aren't really distracted by pokies or conversations at their own tables. Yes, it's a smaller audience, but it's an audience that mostly wanted to be there. And I've had loads of experience in the past performing in front of small audiences. (this was 4 years ago, but the general principle remains) The only other downside is that there's a lot of noise coming in from the street and the bar across the way.

An aside: the Bank has a wood-fired pizza cafe next door that's vaguely associated with the bar. They have a 50% off deal on Wednesdays and Thursdays. It's a rather large pizza, and I thought that I could eat the whole thing. I was half right.

Another aside: A few weeks ago, some girl at a kebab place recognized me from open mic. She made some joke about how I was going to run home and blog about it. Well, I held off until now. I mean, it's cool that I'm recognized by complete strangers, but it's not as though I've hit some level of awesomeness that makes me famous.