I’ve been playing live a long time (45 years) and I rarely feel nervous about playing stuff right - when I do make a mistake I’m able to play through it and/or laugh it off. I get more anxious about practical considerations like venue access and parking, and (being an organised sort of chap) I often use Google Street View to sus this out beforehand.
I’ve always been a vivid dreamer, so naturally my concerns have spilled over into to my dream ‘life’ so that I frequently have gig anxiety dreams. Scenarios include:
- Left all my kit at home;
- No strings on guitar;
- Amp won’t work;
- Kit stolen from car;
- Guitar headstock snapped off.
In more sophisticated versions I have the wrong instrument e.g.
- Being counted in for the first number of a big band gig but I’m holding a sax;
- Turning up to a gig with a trombone - fortunately I have been double-booked so I graciously agree for the actual trombone player to do the gig.
Last night was a new one - turning up to an audition having completely failed to even look at the numbers I’ve been asked to prepare. I try to redeem myself by volunteering to sing Folsom Prison Blues but no-one seems to know it, or be willing to give it a try (it’s not complicated). As time goes on, more and more band members turn up until there’s about a dozen of the buggers, and I’ve already decided that it’s not going to work for me financially with gig fees split so many ways. Finally the female singer gets in my face (literally nose-to-nose) and unleashes a vitriolic rebuke for wasting their time.
So does this happen to other people or am I just weird?
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my gig anxiety dreams are more muddled, but I’ll be on the way to a gig and keep getting delayed. By the time I’m there we’re setting up with the crowd coming in, then I realise I don’t know any of the songs.
I can honestly say I don't remember any of my dreams.
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Often specific anxieties like this are a symptom of a more general anxiety.
I used to suffer from terrible (general) anxiety. Thankfully I don't these days but I do have periods of life where I'm more anxious. When this happens it shows up in my gigging world.
It's not dreams for me it's when I'm driving to a gig thinking I've forgotten something. To the point that I have a checklist and even when I've checked everything off that it's gone into the gig bag, then checked everything into the car I've still been known to stop the car 3 or 4 times on the way to a gig to make sure I've got my guitar.
I’ve recently had a couple of bouts of horrible free-floating anxiety though, which is completely different and a new thing for me at 63. It’s not about anything, it’s just there, like the mild depression that I occasionally have when I wake up in the morning but that wears off during the day. I recognise it now so that I know it will pass soon enough. Anyone who suffers from anxiety longer-term gets my full sympathy as it’s a truly horrible feeling of dread that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I tell Mrs Keefy if I’m down at all, and I feel like that’s helpful although I couldn’t really say why.
Btw these dreams are not a problem, in fact they can be quite entertaining. I just wondered if other people experienced similar, which clearly some do.
I want the gig to go well even if others won't make the effort.
In real life I play in 2 tribute bands, (let's call them Band A and Band B ). Band A has a gig soon at an arts centre in a nearby town.
I dreamed that I was actually doing the gig with Band B. When I parked up in the venue car park, I realised I was the wrong end from the stage doors, but in trying to drive my car to the correct spot I somehow ended up on the outskirts of a different nearby town, and then on a street that became too narrow to drive down. I managed to reverse out onto a mini roundabout without crashing and found my way back to the venue. I loaded in my kit and then took a wrong turn into the bar area, where there were a couple of dozen former work colleagues who ate up an unwelcome chunk of time with cordial greetings. I found the band, who had been unable to set up because of technical issues and the nightmare attitude of the venue staff. I then couldn't find my kit, but once located I shouted out OH GOD NO! because I thought I'd brought the wrong pedalboard. Turned out I actually had the correct board, although I'd forgotten my volume pedal (essential for one Band B number). Having got my stuff to the stage area, I twice had to ask a small girl to get off the stage. She then proceeded to start painting something on the stage with large quantities of cream paint, at which point I went ballistic. Someone then explained they were doing face painting, so I apologised.
And that was the dream...