Plenty of time. It's a 45-50 minute set, at 10pm on a Thursday night, so the turnout won't be spectacular (assuming that I could get a spectacular turnout, which isn't necessarily the case) but there'll be some people there, hopefully. Besides, I've done this before, I've played solo shows, I've played a gig at the Roxy with 1500 music writers in the audience, plus Paul Schaefer, Yoko Ono (and Sean Lennon), and Michael Stipe all hovering on my side of the stage. Besides. This is what I want to be doing, anyway. You can't be a rock star if you don't leave your apartment. [Well, if your music never leaves your apartment.] I've done (literally) absolutely nothing today, all day, and while I've gotten paid $17/hour, this is time that could have been spent in front of the ol' 4-track.
Gotta work, gotta work, even if there is plenty of time. It's one thing to work under a deadline when you're working on a term paper; it's another when you're trying to put a set together that will blow people's minds away. And that's the idea, here, with this one-man-band thing; people expecting to see a solo acoustic singer-songwriter thing will be very perplexed indeed. But it's gotta work, it's gotta sound good, the songs and the loops have to be kick-ass. There's no sense in half-assing a gig, even if, in the scheme of things, it's not that big a deal. This gig is the unveiling of The Jervo Experience, and as such, it's gotta be able to stand on its own.
I booked the gig like 2 hours ago and I'm already spazzing out. Jesus, dude, calm the fuck down.
There's no time for complacency.