What a weekend

[madbaker]

Had a college friend in town, stayed with us for a couple of days. Oddly enough, Galen the cuddleslut was terrified of him. This is a cat who has adored (and been willing to be adored) by everyone who has ever met him.

Don't know why. Ken smokes, but so have other people Galen's met. Ken didn't do anything - just that Galen took an instant fright to him that never went away. Huh.

Good HouseSwarming party at mastersantiago and roswtr's place. One of the major downsides to having moved north is not seeing our friends in that neck of the woods very often. I can't make that drive, and I can't expect them too either. I miss the silly card games though.

Chatted briefly with tshuma Sunday. Enjoyed the band! You guys were good.

Just found out about Kylson this AM... damn.

Comments

[madbaker.livejournal.com]

I hadn't made the connection that you were performing, or I wouldn't have tried to chat at you. I've had a few cases of pre-performance jitters myself (and probably will again, this upcoming play at Twelfth Night)

[tshuma]

No problem, I wasn't making a production out of it externally, just internally.

Do you get them (the pre-performance jitters) often? In years of performance art, I've almost never gotten them before a performance. They almost always descend upon me just after my last exit from the stage; I turn into a quivering mass of nerves almost immediately after the last note/line.

jitters

[madbaker.livejournal.com]

I haven't gotten quivering mass-type stage fright since high school. What I usually get is manic nervous energy. Somewhat like a racehorse before a race, I suppose, but never having been a racehorse...

If everything goes well (and mostly, it has the last few years) then the audience energy takes over and I get jazzed.