The moment of t'roof
Andrew Booker 2007-07-30 22:07:31
Tuesday 31 July 2007 is when we find out.
All of the downloads, all of the listings I've occasionally managed to put in useful listings-type places, all the effort and expense of depositing little piles of free CDs in suitable spots over the last few weeks... tomorrow we find out if any of it has worked.
If it hasn't, tomorrow's gig will be our last at Imbibe, partly because the owner will have had enough of us, and partly because I will be convinced that at least one of the following is true:
- It is impossible to get people to come to SE1. If we are to stand any chance of success, we need to relocate to somewhere that has anything else to do, and is therefore a place where lots of people are used to going out.
- It is impossible to get people to come to Imbibe on a Tuesday, because it was the site of a series of brutal murders back in the eleventh century, and the ghosts of the unfortunate victims have laid a curse on the very subsoil, such that no living soul may ever find enjoyment through live music there on a Tuesday evening in the company of more than two others. Yes, that'll be it.
- We are far too dull/questionable/mainstream/non-mainstream/unclassifiable/unadventurous/far-out an event to interest a worthwhile number of people.
- We are in fact very interesting and happening. But despite the boundlessly exciting and enticing possibilities that come with being as special and cool as we may or may not be, the number of people in the Greater London area who have time for anything even slightly unusual is minuscule. And if they're not on your mailing list, they may as well not exist. The metaphor is my mind is of a completely shatterproof glass ceiling only a few inches above the floor.
It could be any or all of the above, and the annoying thing is that if tomorrow's gig is not a success, I won't be any the wiser which.