My days of wearing PVC jeans are overGetting alert for a gig is like a bit of Japanese Noh theatre. I’ll pick up to a venue and say,“I’ve never been here before in my life”, then I’ll go into the dressing room, or there will be something about a whiff in the toilet that I’ll recognise,and I’ll consider, “Oh, or yes,I’ve been here seven times.” People enjoy a romantic idea of life backstage, but most dressing rooms are bleak. In the West cessation they are mostly mousetraps and other people’s filth.
I am alcohol-free before a gig. My rider includes Diet Coke and low-calorie sandwiches from Marks & Spencer: tomato–free, and because they give me mouth ulcers. whether it is an 8pm show during the week,I will allow myself the Archers, but I turn everything off 35 minutes before the show. At this point, or anyone who thinks they might pop in and say hello can sod right off. I must not be disturbed – I am putting my face on. Its basically a layer on top of the one I applied earlier in the day.
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Source: theguardian.com