I'veb gob a libble flueb

Sorry for the "all silent at the blog front", I've been battling a nasty flue. And still am actually. The weird thing is that my body seems to know when certain things are going on and slips into the sick-mode in the most inconvenient moments. Here's how.

So I have this acoustic duo. Lately we've been playing a little less, probably due to the fact that we're both too busy to go out and search for gigs, so we're just booking them when we're specifically being asked to play somewhere. I used to be worried for not having enough gigs, and would play any place any time and with almost no pay. Afterwards I realized that all my worrying was taking the fun out of playing, so I stopped worrying and started enjoying the music. I've come a long way baby.

Anyways, for the past year every time we've played somewhere, I've gotten this nasty flue about a week before the date. Now, we've never ever cancelled a gig because of my sickness, because somehow, miraculously, you can sing even though you can't talk or your voice sounds like it comes from a long plastic tube. I don't know this works, I'll get back to you on that.

I already hear someone saying "yes it's the nerves, you're anxious and so your body reacts by inducing a flue". Ok, that would have been a valid excuse 2 years ago when we started, but these days I only get excited about 5 minutes before we start to play. I'm not worried even when the last band rehearsal is a total bust, I forget the words and my guitar player isn't playing even the same song that I'm singing, because someway somehow the gig always goes well. So no, it's not because I'm nervous.

I might understand if it was something that I hated doing. You know like when you have a big tests coming up at school and suddenly you fall ill. But it's not the case, in fact seeing that we don't get to play that often I'm really looking forward to all the gigs. So, what the hell??

Another thing is that I never have actual fever. Never. The last time was when I was like 2 years old. It's a real bummer because I feel like someone had dipped me into a bucket of cold water, stuffed my nose with sticky gooey stuff that won't come out, scratched the bottom of my nose with some sandpaper and put a cheese grinder inside my throat. Still, no fever, so I have to go to work. The funny thing is that if I measure my temperature when I'm feeling like this, usually I get like a 35,8 C, which is about 1 degree less than what you're used to have when you're healthy. I swear I'm the daughter of some outer space species or whatnot.

But I'll get through this this time like I have every other time in the past. And I'll go and sing my heart out on Saturday, even if it means that usually afterwards I can't talk for two days. The important thing is to not let your devoted fans down. Ever. And I will sing Teardrop by Massive Attack even if it's the last thing I do.

From snottyland, over and out.

I made a little castle out of the used tissues full of snot.
How cute is that?
Not very.