I suck!  Actually, I am probably being rather hard on myself but I can't really see myself entertaining anyone with the dribble that comes out of my mouth.  I used to write angry, passionate songs about girls who pissed me off and left me hurt and bitter. Now I have a beautiful wife and everything I wrote seems so insignificant and silly.  I also have a beautiful son who makes every creation pale in comparison to everything he does. 

Perhaps its just an expanding perspective that makes me realize what is important and what is not.  Unfortunately, its just not important to me anymore that people hear my songs.  Maybe that's the key, not caring enough to fumble. 

I am scheduled to play at 8:45 on monday at smith's olde bar.  One song.  (if anyone wants to hear me, try to be there by 8:15.  I could go on early)   I might just get that spark back and belt out something I hadn't counted on.  I am utterly nervous that my pipes have dried up from under use.  I should hit a warm up open mic somewhere.

The cool thing is I get to hang out and listen to others after I am done.  Less stress going on first.

I haven't heard local musicians for as long as I haven't played out.  Two years or more.  Maybe I'll write a song about growing old, growing up and getting over being angry.

These days, I just don't have much to bitch about.