Playing alone is not like playing in a band. The noise that the band creates kind of envelops you like a fog. It wraps around you like a warm blanket. It's a suit of armor that makes you feel invincible. I could keep going with the lame metaphors, but I think you get it. You're putting yourself out there either way, but when it's just you up there there's nowhere to hide.
I played a new song that I hadn't put online anywhere yet. It's called "Yours on Earth." Here it is:
The show went well. I can't wait to play again.
This was the set list:
I Know
Beauty's Never Ugly
No More War Songs>Your Pussy's Glued to a Building on Fire
Yours on Earth
I've been Stuck in NYC for Way Too Long
More to See
Turn it On (sing-along version)
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