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The Spiegeltent gig was packed with cheering fans and amazing lady musicians. LCF snapped the picture above a split second before I smashed the cymbal for the last time on our Ma Rainey cover “Hear Me Talking To Ya” (note the sweaty-sweatband) and minutes before I shakily left the stage and scurried out of the tent and into the beer garden to quietly freak out by the water. I dunno what’s wrong with me, but leaving the stage feels like leaving a car accident. I’m shaken and blinded by the light and panic stricken and possessed by the urge to run far, far away. Then once the endorphins start to wear off, my head begins to pound, and sweat just pours off me and I feel like I’m going to puke or faint or possibly both. This has happened evey time I’ve performed with the band, and I don’t know if there’s any way to make it stop other than to keep doing it until it doesn’t scare the hell out of me anymore. Now that’s it’s over (until next time) , I’m definitely proud and happy we got to play at such a prestigeous event, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be one of those musicians who “lives to rock in front of a crowd.” Even though in this case, the crowd included sweet rad friends who came out to support us, like fellow campers from Ladies Rock Camp, and Jennigirl, and Anya, and drum teacher Caryn, and all the assorted Royal Pink boyfriends. Ahhh, wouldn’t it be grand to be a rock star from the comfort of Errin’s living room? We could send out engraved “Invitations to Rock” to a select few people at a time, and they could call on us, and then we could play a short set and then serve finger sandwiches or whatevs. How civilized!

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