Here's something I didn't try before. Going to a small gig alone. I tried... semi-hard to find somebody to come along. I kind of didn't want anyone along, thinking most people I knew wouldn't appreciate the guy I was going to see. I'm still right about this, but still wish i'd tried harder not to go alone.
EDIT: I didn't explain this nearly well enough. Many of my friends are outwardly musical snobs. They'll masquerade as most do under the banner of broad taste, but they'll be very quick to judge something they haven't given much time to. I get the feeling they'd brand last nights leading act guitar comedy, when in fact it's it's a lot more than that.
All support was good. The main support was technically brilliant but not quite gripping me towards the end. Nice Peter (www.nicepeter.com) was awesome. Brief emails and hearing him on a podcast didn't quite prepare me for just how self confident this guy is - a great thing, but suddenly making the dude harder to talk to. I managed to utter "dude, fantastic", shaking his hand as I left at the end after having earlier suffered embarrassing stagefright alongside him in a confined toilet saying nothing to the guy before his set. Pathetic, but true. Better than not showing any appreciation, but can't help feeling I was maybe one of only 2-3 people there who knew his material, and i'd have liked to actually explained why I liked it.
Meanwhile he breaks his set halfway through and takes the majority of the small audience (don't book a gig on the night of the Champions League final) out for a smoke, and has a great time either way. This guy deserves to be a lot better known than he is. Some artists own the stage. Nice Peter owns the stage, the room, the audience and the smoking area outside (the UK and his home town Chicago share this fairly recent restriction).
Pete - if you ever see this... dude, fantastic.
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