By Ginger | August 18, 2009
Yeah, I’m tired. Breathtakingly tired.
Taylor doesn’t grasp the concept of touring just yet. Early mornings are his thing and sharing his exuberance is his way.
So after approximately 30 seconds of sleep I am awake and out the door to do a live radio show in Stockholm following the success of the acoustic show yesterday. They want a couple of songs played acoustic and an interview. On scanning the studio I see that I’m the least famous person to ever walk through these doors. There are signed photos and memorabilia by everyone from Angus, and Slash to Jimmy page and James Hetfield.
Er, hello, my name is Ginger I play in a band called…blah blah, “yeah, whatever, take a seat…”
Conny on the other hand is vastly more famous than I. He suggests I gain notoriety by playing Paramore acoustically (with its hook of “I’d like to fuck her too”). I instead opt for Inside out and This Is Only A Problem. It is then that I realise that neither SG5 or my solo albums have been released in Europe. I hope someone will rectify this situation at some point, and until then I will maintain my mainstream obscurity with diligence and aplomb, and, of course, fatigue.
Great evening in Stockholm last night although the crowd were substantially different than the Maria McKee crowd I played to only a few days ago. For a start, rock audiences don’t really grasp, fully, the concept of an acoustic show and use the reduction in volume to talk over the performance. Others, then, shout over the people simply talking over the performance until there are moments, often during the softer sections of the songs, where it feels like you’re whispering in the middle of Grand Central Station, Without the aid of the whispering wall
Still, I like a challenge and find everything about this ridiculous business we call music funny.
So now I’m sitting in the hotel room at midday, alone, overtired and unable to sleep, waiting until 3:30pm where we will take a boat ride to Turku, Finland, that will sail overnight and arrive at our destination at 7am, where I will meet with Michael Monroe to begin writing for three days before hitting Helsinki for a full days press followed by a performance at our managements party, after which I will be bundled into a plane and taken to Heathrow where I will catch an adjoining flight to LA where I will rehearse, play, rehearse, write, record, play (again) and fly home to begin rehearsals for The Wildhearts tour of UK, Japan, S America and Scandinavia.
One day I will take some time off. This will probably be precluded by death.