wha?....wha?....I can't hear you?
Well I'm in a little bubble of my own today due to temporary deafness.
Yesterday my plucky sister (ain't she a doll?) rang me to let me know that Skindred were playing a local pub and Mug that I am I decided to go. I had an amazing time as I knew I would, but the price was high. The plucky things that we are we darted to the safety barrier and stayed there the whole night. We sat through (or should I say stood through) two support band both good although the second had major tech problems. So Skindred came on and proceeded to make the place go crazy, I can honestly say I've never seen a crowed so involved in a gig. I left in a post euphoric trance, stumbled to bed and slept like a soldier after a hard, bloody but victorious battle.
This morning I ached, I ached in places I didn't know ached. Now believe me, I've been to the gym I've had a hard work-out, a swim and finished off with a stretch and tone and you ache, you do. But this was the ache of true exercise, not the artificial man-made exertion created to mimic real work. If you've ever dug a flower bed or broken rocks for a rockery you will under stand what I mean, it's a completely different feeling. An evening of being in the front of a pit had taken it's toll. I have a bruises running up my back, bruises on each elbow, no skin on my right arm due to a guy with the scrathiest top in history and the muscles in my biceps, triceps, Quads, and hamstrings throb like they are on fire. All of this is nothing, doesn't worry me as I am in my fug of deafness (although it is getting through the day!)