"Most of the artists I happened upon were unremarkable, but one group, Battershell, who played the Middle East Saturday, was a lot of fun. This female-fronted, new wave punk trio work a vein similar to Blondie, the Go-Go's and Hole. Guitarist Tammy Lynn alternated chugging chord progressions with brittle riffs. Her singing voice balanced bitchiness, vulnerability and melody. Smells like a "modern rock" hit. Battershell's debut album, Sunshine in Popia, is on Ng records."

Philadelphia CityPaper.net

That was a review from your 2nd gig - The Philadelphia Music Conference (picture of Jamie - pre show).  Only your second gig with Battershell and it was a friggin' music conference out of state...nice.  Just before joining Battershell, your biggest round of gigs had been a Thanksgiving weekend of playing CBGBs, Woody's and February's on Long Island (does anybody remember Feb's? - if you do, you obviously didn't take full advantage of "dollar Bud Tuesdays").  Good shit was def. happening.

But as good as the review says the band performed, you didn't believe it about your own performance.  Your snare drum broke in mid-song, you dropped some sticks and Tammy and Jamie abandoned your ass after the gig to flirt with some dudes (the last thing you remembered seeing was someone eating-out Tammy's candy...her candy necklace, perverts).

Being an egotist with low self-esteem, you thought you had f***ed up the gig by not getting everything right.  You drove back to NYC that night certain that your days in the band were numbered.  Man, you were hard on yourself.  In hindsight, the gig was a success and nothing that you did or didn't do screwed anything up.  Shit, wouldn't it be great if hindsight was foresight and everything that you learned through experience was everything that you know now and didn't have to wait to learn, and then the world would be soooo perfect and peace and love would exude from the skin of every living creature and hate would turn into mate and then we'd all be having sexcellent relations with one another and...and...and...

Attention

All wackiness aside: life is too short, friends are too precious, happiness is too important to let the small shit bother you - and other than groups of people who want to hurt others in any way, shape or form, it's all small shit!