In exactly 25 hours, The Third Ending will hit the stage to play the majority of the album in front of people for the first time. Naturally, I have a cold.
I’m a semi-believer in tempting fate, so I’m not going to tell you that I seem to have worked the kinks out of the live rig. Nor am I going to let you know that the rehearsals have been going reasonably well.
I’m hoping to bribe somebody to hold the video camera for me, so hopefully I’ll have some sort of record of the momentous occasion that I can steadfastly refuse to post anywhere online.
Hurrah 