Sugar to the Lemonade

most of us survived playing live taking the shame with the gusto. there was so much waiting around and nervous anticipation that it really drove you nuts sometimes, so you'd up the ante on the performance, add more sugar to the lemonade. on good nights there was plenty to drink, there were plenty of people, and always plenty of room to fall flat on your face.
the basement dripped at the walls, one little light bulb lighting all the entangled limbs & 1/4" cable, and i could smell all the musk and the sweat and the beer in the air. the first two numbers were disasterous, but we played the last six hard, to the drunken cries of fifty odd New Brunswick regulars. we had reached the very height of where we could go in our little town, we were peddling aggression to barbarians.