Tonight I did a gig at the Usher Hall with the Tinderbox Orchestra. We were invited by Jazz Jamaica , Urban Soul Orchestra and Brinsley Forde to open their final show this evening. It was an amazing experience and I had never seen Reggae music live before; tonight I fell in love with it. Here is a random video of them rehearsing:
I was having a great time on stage and doing my best at playing uh… rock violin? Whatever you want to call it. Then, in the last of the three numbers we did, I stepped on the wire of my microphone with my black patent heels and it detached from the rubber frame (shown above, hooked onto the strings). I couldn’t quite remember how! Perhaps during the opening bars where everyone in the orchestra strikes poses as we play the heavy chords, I got a little too excited or I whipped my body too violently. So there I was, completely inaudible for the climatic moment of our performance. I had to continue moving around as before; I couldn’t stop and fumble with the appliance! For me the performance ended on a low because I knew I wasn’t heard – am I being grouchy for selfish reasons?
After our half-hour slot, my friend and I sat in the audience to watch the rest of the show.
Lessons learned today: do not step on the wire otherwise you will feel pointless on stage.
Have a splendid weekend!