The Fatigue Show 4 [01]

It was at an e***** party in 2001, where I played a few songs, a songwritter for Isabelle Boulay (that's not saying much right there) called out to me from the crowd as I had just finished a part -- in an attempt to mock me and increase what little stature he shared with the crowd by shouting out: "that's it??" with an insulting grin and I argued "yeah, that's exactly it, not that you'd understand". It was a very important lesson and I need to make sure I remember it next time. Will it be the "fabled" Fatigue Show 4? I hope so, and it'll happen there too if I don't compromise, but at least I'll be genuine. It is worse when I compromise, trying to add in a few crowd-pleasers just to soften the blow -- I'll leave that up to some of the musicians with which I'll share the stage, 'cause they can pull it off. I get the comments often, it's a tag called "depressing" but it is in fact a love for sad songs. Though it might bring you down, it is a testament to one's darkest feelings fueled by music. There's beauty in this expression, and if you're not willing to understand that (perhaps even identify with it) then it'll be a sad night on the horizon for you I'm afraid -- you might only show up in order to support some friends of yours and that'll be your loss -- and for those of you who might give "understanding" a shot and get past the automatic colorless front the music generates (especially mine), you'll have my thanks no matter how it turns out for you. In any case, we'll meet outside afterwards where I'll be filling my lungs with my habit and the city's habits, don't forget the other poisons, just sneak out some scotch for me and all will be fine.