real life drama, idle fantasy, and stupid from the second lowest tier of the music business. because urgghhh.
Was gonna do some guess-the-band ones. But that’s hella unprofessional + also I’ve genuinely forgotten who this was. So his non-branding really worked, well done mystery idiot.
but i’m sure what everyone wants to hear is a bunch of weepy depressing songs right? i think i’m allowed to talk about this now:
i’d like to point out this is my third ever show and i’m pretty much eating my own hands out of nervousnessness.
clearing out old harddrive, found photo from The Myspace Era of a guerrilla art installation I made for a Cliff Richard show years ago. The bears are wearing Cliff Tshirts and they have pins for eyes. This was sadly removed by cleaners who don’t know social commentary when it’s literally stabbing them in the hands, but the giant upside down crucifix made from 70 of those smiley cliff face pictures (just out of shot) survived for a good couple of years after. If you’ve never worked for Cliff Richard you no right to judge me here. Rudest fanbase ever. ikr.