Is it just me, or have we been hit with a string of unusually bad luck? Or maybe it's an unusual string of bad luck. In any case, it's not that our luck is unusually bad, it's that there is a lot of norm-level bad stuff happening at an unusually high frequency. I'm beginning to wonder if maybe we accidentally dug up an Indian burial ground when we were burring our pets... or if maybe we tried to break into the home of a boy who's family has accidentally left him alone at home while they are traveling during Christmas... or if we were separated from our mouse-family while emigrating to America during the early 20th century from Russia and can only feel a small connection when looking at the night sky and singing one part of a duet and hoping (but secretly knowing) that our mouse-sister is singing the other half (and the high harmony part) of that same duet. In any case, things have just not been going well for us.
We recently had a gig at Ski Shores on Lake Austin. We were excited because it's an awesome place where people can just pull right up in their boat and enjoy an awesome meal, great drinks, and sometimes The Possum Posse. The week of the gig, however, we were rescheduled to an earlier time slot due to some issues related to the university of texas. We tried to let everybody know via our website, but as you probably know, there are only about 4 people outside of the band who have visited our website. In fact, there are only 3 people inside of the band who have visited our website - and we have a 6-person band. Weak, I know.So we played an early set in the heat of the day, but... once we got there to set up, we learned that due to the recent rains, Lake Austin had been closed to boaters!
After we were done playing to the crowd of approximately 10 people, including waitstaff, bartenders, and management, we relaxed at the bar. About 20 minutes into our relaxing, a group of people gradually began trickling in and asking about the live music. We explained that we had been bumped up, and that we had just finished a 3-hour set. They were not appeased. For the first time ever, we found that the demand for Posse exceeded the supply of Posse! Needless to say, we were shocked.
Had we not already sent home 3 of our band members and broken down all of our equipment, we might have played another set... and we are just desperate enough for attention that we seriously considered it. But in the end, we decided that it's better to leave people wanting more. Of course, since they hadn't heard us, it wasn't really "more" they wanted, as much as it was "some." So maybe the reason we decided not to play wasn't because we wanted to leave them wanting more. Maybe it was because they wanted to hear us (assuming they would enjoy our music) and we didn't want to burst their collective bubble with our mediocrity.
Hopefully we'll return to Ski Shores soon. It's an awesome location, and tons of fun. Maybe we just need one show to turn our luck around. Or maybe we'll just move our dead animals to a different cemetery.
