So it was worth it - the rehearsals, the practice at home, the horrible stomach-twisting and cold-sweat nerves I get before performing. We played a blinder, and went down a storm. There were a load of bands playing that I've seen over the years, and they were all rocking at the top of their game. It was a grand memorial gig. Fritz would have really liked it.
Kudos to the organisers. Every band started on time with none of the usual delays. The sound engineer was excellent. A brilliant night.
Review of the gig here.
The first act I saw were Fraktured Fingers – an amalgam of (I think) Frak and Nicotine Fingers. Appropriately enough the first song that I heard all night was written by Fritz and it kicked off a hugely enjoyable half hour or so of punky/new wave pop.