I played well last night.
Friends stopped by to listen; diners I don’t know stayed a little longer: probably, the bar made some money.
I fear irony.
Really, I do.
Be careful what you wish for — you might just get it at the worst possible time!
I’m going to have to replace covers with my own material, perhaps fashion material for the venue specifically, but I’ve never been happier about holding on to a handful of songs (a few handfuls, actually) for forty years.
Hard to believe last night the same would turn back the clock twenty.