Reviewing my storied gigging
career.
The time someone dropped a brick on me
while I was loading the car. It missed. I had nothing to fear,
even though I’d just ridden
down a long stairway
on top of the big Fender amp I was trundling—
black eye just part of my storied gigging career.
Or earlier when big kids took
over our guitars—
pretty humiliating, I’ll say.
But I had nothing to fear
going forward, except the
matter of all the gear
I had to schlep around. The time I left Houser’s waa-waa
behind in my storied gigging career.
Stage-sick before shows
started,
I always felt fine when I started singing.
I have no fear
when I’m in the moment—I play
with heart,
I can at least say that for me
when I review my storied gigging career.
There was never nothing to fear.
