The Proclaimers

When I heard you's talk about a 'high' after the gigs, I took it mostly in figurative sense. But it's real, and it's almost a physical thing that hits you. The night after my first gig I couldn't sleep at all, not that I'm complaining But in the days after the gig(s), it turns into a kind of sadness because everything is over sooo quickly, and it leaves you there longing for more. And I guess the higher your enthusiasm boosts, the harder the bump afterwards, because the gig puts you On Top Of The World, and falling from there hurts

Have you experienced the moment in which you arrive home after the gig, when you are there at the door with your suitcase, and you feel as if you came from another planet? Then your normal life strikes you hard and you find everything dull and boring compared to the brilliant experience you've just had. I certainly find it hard to focus on my work now, a week after the gigs. You just want to turn back the clock and be there again.

Now when I listen to the Procs music, the emotion is so intense that it sometimes overwhelms me. In fact I have a very strange feeling, because I feel happy and sad all at the same time. Sad because it's over, but soooo happy because I was there.

I am glad I'll have another round of gigs in October, thinking of it is the only thing that helps me fight my withdrawal symptoms. And also this board helps a lot. Thanks for being there friends

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! *that is me sighing wistfully* Now as we know, I was sooooooooooo excited and really went for it with my review post which I have now hacked to bits after thinking about the contents, so thank you to the haverers who helped me with that, you know who you are, and I mean that in a sincere way!

I'm not gonnae talk about it, on a night when I can see with my eyes shut!" Look, see, there I go again, randomly bursting into song! Today is the first day I've felt grounded since I got home, and I was only out of my house for about 40 hours! Its a strange old feeling thats for sure. A good thing that came out of the trip for me was feeling like my old self again I think. The gig was all consuming, and for the first time in a very, very long time, I was able to switch off from my everyday thoughts and worries, it made me realise that I have actually missed myself (if that makes sense?) My daughter (who regular Haverers will "know" by now I think) even said to me, "Mum your face looks light", for her to notice, well, it moved me almost to tears. Out of the mouths of babes................I think all this emotion may have more to do with me realising that its ok to be "me" again. Ok enough mush from me!! Twinkle has hit the nail on the head, and I'm sure we can all identify with this gig high-post gig blues thingy

Def know what Twinkle and JTJ are talking about. If it wasn't for the fact that I am seeing C and C again in October, I would really be on an all time low. I felt like this last year after the last gig at Inverness, completely lost. It's like Craig and Charlie are taking my innards and screwing them up. No body else has affected me this way in my entire life. Not even when I was 15 and had the Osmonds and David Cassidy taking up the summer of '72. I love them!!!!!

justthejob wrote:My daughter (who regular Haverers will "know" by now I think) even said to me, "Mum your face looks light", for her to notice, well, it moved me almost to tears.

Aww how sweet, your daughter I bet she is right!

And yes, I've also realised that all this has made me find something like my real self. I always thought that when it's about the Procs some other "me" takes control, but now I feel this is the real "me" more than the other one

I'd love to hear about other haverers' feelings after the concerts, both new & seasoned fans

Must be just us who are feeling slightly crazed at the mo then???????????????????

I totally sympathise lol, especially if you get to meet them afterwards, really adds to the adrenaline rush. After the Kelso gig it took me till about 3 in the morning to get to sleep, not helped by the fact that the window wouldnt shut properly and the people of Kelso are very noisy.

November is nearing

Its just an unbeatable experience, so far I've only managed to recapture it slightly thanks to the live tracks on disc 2 of Notes and Rhymes, cause I know I was at that concert.

Cheers Livi, I was starting to think this was a girls thing

Bless you Livi

I've talked to lots of people who feel that post-Proclaimers funk. It's always great to do something special, and when it's as involving and emotional and fun as a gig, well, it just doubles all that!

Hi folks. My turn to post-gig symptoms again. Just arrived home, or at least my body did. But a part of my soul is still trapped in some magic moments and places several hundred miles north  

Many of you's don't experience this, but I never thought (last August after my Irish trip I felt the same) what a shock it can be getting to use your own language again. It means it's all over and done with!  

Anyway you should have seen me smiling there while queuing at the airport for the security check, in the middle of a grumpy faced crowd.  LOL.   

The funk may come after the high, I don't know, but by now my heart is so full of good and bright feelings that I can't imagine that I can ever feel sad again in all my life. Tomorrow I'll wake up in my bed with that feeling I already know, when you suddenly realize that it was not a dream, that it really HAPPENED, and then the big smile comes to your face again.     

Friends, when all this began for me, I couldn't imagine it would become such an important part of my life. (Thought that I'd be happy...)  And now I can't conceive of the years left in me without this in my heart.     

If there's a God, may he bless those two tall Scottish guys. I love them to bits.  <3 <3 <3  

Me too, and Clive, Zac, Garry John and Stevie......................mwah mwah!

Ging and I were talking the other night and she reminded me of my terrible San Fran exit. A cab was called and it was there immediately, totally unexpected in that out of the way place. To leave the traveling road show friends, the lads, I think Craig and i were talking, BAM, get in the cab, it was all over. Ride through the empty streets. Go back to the hotel to stare out the window at the empty bay in the middle of the night. My trip was far from over, but as I said before, horrendous. But happy, too.
That's sort of the way it was in Philly in May, I didn't know there was going to be a September. The first car that came down the street was a cab, got in, left everyone standing on the street including the lads. I had to make a train, it was over.
I guess for everyone, the time comes that you are cut off, but it must be easier if there are two or three of you and you haven't traveled so far.
No comparison, but in Portland, they left us, waving out the back of the bus, Awwwww. (Then, , they probably started talking about us.)

Aw Bobby, that BAM into the cab was terrible, I'm sure. The waving from the bus in Portland sounds much better

For me it's being a bit better than last time. I'm still reliving all the good moments, and knowing that I might make something next spring helps avoid the funk (...for the moment)

But I still find it hard to be back to normal life. I have an awful lot of work to catch up with, and I don't know where my mind is. (Well, I have some idea ) And you know, things misplaced, errands forgotten, e-mails to the wrong person, schedule mix-ups....

Also, although I feel like listening to the Proclaimers all the time, I have to be careful with what I am doing while listening, because the emotion it brings to me is so strong, that can be dangerous if I'm driving

Happy anyway

Bobby! It's good to hear your side of it. I didn't even realize that's where you went.
I'm not REALLY sure if it's better or not, but at least you were in your cab when you got the BAM!

All of a sudden it was just me facing Craig (now you were gone) and it hit me... BAM! It's late and this night's over. This trip is over. I honestly hadn't been paying attention.
So there I was, deer in the headlights, totally tongue tied. CRAP! Thankfully Craig took over, said good-bye and departed.
By the time I got over to the rest of the group, my brain had returned somewhat and I managed to say some reasonable good-byes and thank you's.
I went outside where it was cool and quiet and suddenly I had NO energy WOW, what a week!!
Thankfully Paul was there to open the van for me and I crashed in the backseat. Limp noodle

The next week it was back to work with a muddled brain, but here's a cute twist. It was our company fundraising campaign week with lot's of fun events.

- Like the employee variety show with little skits and a live band who used I'm gonna be (500 miles) with different words to fit the skit! AAAAAAAACK, How am I supposed to sit still when that tune comes on?!?!? Someone's cruel idea of a joke
- Or the chili contest where I managed to start by tasting with the spiciest chili, then noticed myself waving my hand in front of my face, cursing and looking around for some bread (now who does that remind you of?!?!?)

Anyway I survived, but it's much harder (even now) not knowing when I can go to another concert. It was much easier last August knowing I had September to go to.

I guess I need to amend this before Cowal or Ginger get to it. There was another concert after Philly, Sellarsville, PA and we three were there. Fine concert indeed, odd venue, but you know they rocked on out. It's just that I knew I wouldn't be having any contact with them and I was with someone who really didn't care about their music or any music (?!).