sharon's blog

I feel like that bloke on the Fast Show - does anyone remember that? He was inexhaustibly enthusiastic about everything - everything was brilliant. Then there was his 'alter ego' who thought everything was rubbish. I think I vacillate between the two states but, at the moment, I am in the happy 'brilliant' state. Playing amongst the lights, with my friends in the audience, singing our own material, with our new mascot Gonk Gimp (courtesy of Janet) strapped to Ruth's drum kit, and then having a laugh and a chat with everyone afterwards was up there in my top experiences.

Hello all - I know I am inconsistent and a bit crappy at doing blogs but thought I would write this afternon to say how pleased I am with the final version of the CD. Yeh! Am looking forward to being able to get it out to people and to seeing what people think. A huge thankyou to Steve for all the hours of engineering, to Keith at Fairview for the final mastering, to David for doing the copies and to Pete for realising our ideas for the design and his excellent contributions.

Just to say that I am really enjoying singing and performing at the moment. Saturday night at the Horseshoe was a great gig for me. We were all tight and in the groove, the audience were great - really appreciative and into it - and we had people coming to see us from previous gigs, which is a real compliment. The songs just kind of flowed out of me - a wonderful feeling. My own high is probably also due in no small measure to the 10th position we've reached in the ReverbNation chart and the fan comments, which are a fantastic shot in the arm.

I'm not sure it did protect me on Saturday night!! The ring is obviously evil! It was one of those nights when I wished I had an in-ear monitor, wihch I'm shortly about to acquire as one of my new tools in the world of music. Power surges meant that the vocals kept wavering in and out, like so many sound spectres, as did the instruments. All down to an overloaded system, and not due to Ted's sterling efforts.

I am leaving the Shire and entering the World of Blogg. It is a strange, dark and mysterious world to a singer, given only to allowing sound to emerge from her body into her microphone. The safety of the world of the Written Page is far behind, writing looping and curling into the ether like wisps of fog as the air consumes it in the distance. My feet are wide and firm on the ground. The trees appear to breathe, like human forms. I have only the Ring of Sound to protect me........