I've never before stood up in front of a room of people and sung. It used to be that the prospect of it sucked the stomach right out of me. When I was wee, I could never imagine doing it. I've known for a while I was going to have to. After Glastonbury this year, I knew It'd have to be sometime before I'm back there next year.
After a good word in from Life Critic a couple of months back, it was decided that I'd do the final number for the big set an associate of his and mine puts on at an annual Halloween party he arranges. The thought of it was faintly terrifying, but I knew I couldn't say no.
After just two very dodgy rehersals and forgetting words at the final soundcheck, I walked out from, and stood up in front of, a skeptical crowd of people I didn't know and rocked the absolute living fuck out of Michael Jackson's Thriller.
I got asked for autographs after the show.
Cheers Life Critic! |
