I Hate Mornings

It’s only once you arrive at the gig and see the emptiness that you think of telling people about it. Before that moment, you coldly assume that the place will be packed and that hundreds of intelligent, witty, open, appreciative and fun-loving people will be jostling for the best spot to see you play. Well, at least I do.

I have developed a secret career as a troubadour. I dash in, guitar slung jauntily over one shoulder, run on stage, play a wonderfully formed six song set, take a bow and get the bus home. I invite nobody, and nobody comes. Genius.

So ihatemornings.com v3 (the one you’re looking at now, with the flowers and stuff) is going to be more than the usual muso website. Not for me that life of quietly filling servers with mp3s of jaw-achingly beautiful songsmithery, nor that of ‘Latest News’ pages that are months out of date, or ‘Upcoming Gigs’ banners featuring not a single gig. No! I vow to get gigs that people will enjoy. I vow to tell everybody about them, or at least give them many useful ways of being reminded automagically by the ihatemornings machine. I vow to take photos, and write about them, and generally give this whole rent-a-crowd shenanigans a good beating out in the back garden to shake out the years of support slot dust and drag it shiny and new back into the house of Ben Walker, Legendary Swordsman, Geek Night Troubadour, and all-round musical legend. Hurrah!

As I get things sorted around here, I will keep the world (including you) posted. Let’s have some fun.