Another Sneezy Day

Woke up with a sneeze
Must have been the breeze
Blowing in through my bedroom window

Couldn't think what to write
Though I dreamed all night
So I came up with two lines of verse

And that's the way it is in show-biz, folks, at least some of the time toward the end of August. That is to say, right now. But the thought of the morning is lyrics -- bad lyrics, no doubt -- from long ago. "Burning me in the fire... but I burn too slow." What up with that? A friend of mine is digitizing tapes from a band I was in long ago. ("Long" in this case being as much as 35 years!)

The results are... interesting. It's probably a good thing that I kept my day job or -- more accurately -- finally decided to actually get a day job. Back then, though, we were more consumed with our furtive attempts to get more paying gigs, to somehow find a way to pay for the apartment and maybe even some food. Most of the time it was just music. Bad music, judging by the tapes, but at least there was a lot of it.

I had a lot of contempt back then for people who sold out, which seemed to have been defined as anyone who didn't pursue their dreams, whatever it was they were dreaming when they turned eighteen. And since I'm not playing bass in some bar somewhere, I may or may not fit into that category. I'll have to hop back in time some day and ask my younger self what he thinks.