  On Wednesday 19th February 2003 urlLink Assistant became a figment of reality. It was one of the strangest and longest days in memory, actually, seeming to last forever as the day shifted agonising towards our set, and then to rocket by in a flash as though time was being stretched out like an elastic band and then pinged back fast into normality. At around 11am I had a phone call from Ben, the thoroughly nice bloke who runs the Bootleggers Ball, telling me that, amongst other things, wed be headlining the night, which came as a bit of a shock as we assumed that we would in effect be the third band in the scheme of the things. As it turned out, only ourselves and urlLink The Candidates played. Nevertheless all of a sudden the wait until we were on was lengthened yet further. Headlining would mean we wouldnt be on stage until midnight. Which left plenty of time, of course, for nerves. But it didnt actually quite happen that way  all along I thought that I would feel terrible before the gig and fantastic during it, but I didnt feel too bad  if anything more nervous on stage that off. When we started playing I didnt relax instantly the way I thought I might - it made me think of being in a car and being unable to apply the brakes; one has to just keep going and turning the corners.
But we didnt crash. After a really long day we met at the venue at 7pm, and carried out our first soundcheck; I suppose it was at this point that we were at our most panicky; the dynamics of am empty club are strange, cold, and a bit intimidating. Conversely Ben and urlLink The Candidates urlLink were welcoming and friendly. Once we were on stage and playing it felt amazing, actually, although again its a disorientating experience  the temptation, particularly, to put ones head down and sing through the nose at minimal volume is great.
But it doesnt work that way  to make yourself heard you have to really project. Actually, credit should go to Andy here, who ripped through Bomba with gusto. Soundchecking Losin My Mind , with its glottal stops and half-spontaneous lyrics made me feel extremely silly, but the other band met it with it with warm, kind applause. Suddenly a cloud of nervousness was lifted, for which I have to thank them, and us, for it was at that point when I first thought maybe were just like any other band, not something which will incite pity or embarrassment'. So I felt OK from there. Yet the downside of soundchecking so early and playing so late meant that we now had three and a half hours to kill.
Ali, once more showing a sensibility beyond his years decided to go home and relax. Anne-Sophie, Pete, Andy and myself, demonstrating a mentality symptomatic of our lifestyles, went to the pub, but not until we had met up with friends  Victoria, Sam, Andrew, Chris and one or two others. It was a comfort to know that there were people around who would treat us kindly, and good to see people like Chris travelling to Brighton to see us. Good work. Arriving at the venue we found further friends; Carrie, Jeanne, David from urlLink The Feline Dream and various other mates. Thanks for coming down to those people. All the same the reality tends to kick in at this point and you find yourself thinking my god, is this really happening?.
Several times throughout the night I found myself suddenly remembering that I would be onstage in a matter of hours where I had all but forgotten moments earlier. urlLink The Candidates went onstage at about 11.15. We were lucky to have such a nice band to be playing with us; the singer even going so far as to intimate they were there to warm up the crowd for us.
urlLink The Candidates themselves were, I thought, very good  tuneful, classic indie pop with warmth and feeling. The singer in particular was charismatic and funny, a good frontman. They were at least as good as any number of bands in the limelight at the moment. Hopefully well get the chance to play with them again, and maybe we could warm up their fans next time.
Once they finished there was a lull as we suddenly realised that in the following moments we would have to get ourselves together and prepare to play. I seemed to spend the entire next twenty minutes on the stage looking nervously at my guitar and out into the crowd, who had gathered in reasonable numbers around the stage. I still didnt feel that nervous, but instead like a bit of an imbecile, awkwardly out front when I wanted to be tucked into the crowd.
We didnt know when to start. We got pretty much ready and then me and Pete went and bought a beer each. We must have been nervous by then because as I write this my stomach is churning a little with tension, remembering how it felt. Now I can feel my hands tingling a bit. But we got on stage OK and the music stopped. I decided not to say anything until the first song was over. And then we played Its Alright. Everyone warned me in advance that the easiest trap to fall into is playing too fast. And falling to me as it did to start the first song, I scrunched my eyes up and tried to play it slow. As the opening chords came out it sounded like I was playing them at half the usual pace. By the time the drums and bass had joined in I realised the pace was right. Which just goes to show how difficult it was keeping the songs under control. The song went well though  Ali curtailed the close as we had discussed, reasoning that although its tempting to be as difficult as possible, doing so in the first song when youve already dispensed with the idea of having a chorus may not be the most inclusive idea.
So we cut it short, and did it right. From there on in (for a while) it was pretty good. Losin My Mind we played a bit too fast but after that Bomba and Broken were much improved. Playing Get Away I thought to myself This is probably as good as weve played, and I think I was right  when we get this song right we sound fantastic.
It's strange that this song seems to have just evolved into something without us directing it. I can't remember how it all came together, who suggested which chords, when the chorus acquired lyrics, how we managed to impose some kind of form onto it - but it works well. At the gig we gave this one everything we had. We sang and we smiled and we bashed at our guitars until they were thoroughly, hopelessly out of tune. And had no tuning pedals to help us correct the problem. Obviously its common practice to have them but we didnt really give it much thought and didnt have time to get ourselves back in tune onstage.
It was awkward. The remaining songs were done well enough but everything was accompanied by cautious glances between us as we tried to work out just how mis-aligned our de-tuned strings were. There was a definite loss of confidence. At the time, I felt we'd blown it. An over-reaction, judging by the kind and enthusiastic reports we got afterwards, but I felt a bit shaken and upset that the good start hadn't been maintained. It seemed so obvious too that it would happen, and that we didn't have the means to get it right felt so unfair.
Of course, if we had brazened it out a bit more people might hardly have noticed, but... It didn't matter, not really. Of the remaining songs Freaks in particular stood out as a song that'll just get better and better, and the rest probably sounded pretty good too, but for the fact that that feeling of confidence had gone a little; it does make a difference you see  its the difference between singing at full pelt and falling away, between really playing with conviction and abandon and going  to an extent  through the motions.
But when we finished the crowd cheered, and it wasnt long after that that we had time to think and realised 'fuck it, we enjoyed that'. And we can be much better next time. We will be. And how does it feel being on stage playing? It is scary, but it is exhilarating. It is exciting, buoying, brilliant, but it needs confidence and it needs you to be able to say 'fuck it'; it can be a strain to stay on top of the momentum and a strain to keep your head. But god, it's fun . Most of all, though, it's over much, much too soon. 
