The performance

BROKE SONGWRITER ARE YOU ? NO ACTION ? SWEAT’N THE NEXT MOVE ? THROW IN THE TOWEL MAYBE ? GIVE UP; DEPRESSED AS ALL GET OUT ?

HEY !

SO, YOU STEP UP ON THE STAGE, FIDDLE WITH YOUR GUITAR AND HIT THAT FIRST TWANGER,.YOU SLIDE INTO YOUR DEAL GETTING THE FIRST SHOCK OF HEARING YOUR VOICE BACK THROUGH THE SPEAKERS,.YOU MAKE YOUR ADJUSTMENTS,.STANCE, SHIFT YOUR GUITAR A BIT, ALTER OR ACCENTUATE YOUR VOCAL NUENCE, GET A BEAD ON YOUR EYE CONTACT WITH THE AUDIENCE. THEN, YOU SAIL INTO YOUR SCHTICK, RELAXING INTO THE LYRIC,.YOU HEAR THE SNAP OF THE STRINGS,.HOW IT SOUNDS AGAINST YOUR VOCAL,.EVERYTHING SETTLES INTO THAT COOL DYNAMIC WHERE EVERY NEGATIVE THOUGHT YOU EVER HAD ABOUT YOUR LIFE PRIOR TO GETTING UP ON STAGE THAT DAY JUST KINDA TUMBLES OFF THE CLIFF OF INSECURITY AND SELF FLAGELLATION; YOU STAND THERE LEANING IN, FLYING INTO THAT RARIFIED CACOON OF SELF CONFIDENCE AS THE SONG YOUR SINGING WRAPS AROUND THE SPIRIT AND AURA OF THE LISTENERS, PUTTING THEM INTO THAT TRANCE OF SATORI, THE LITTLE NIRVANA DANCE WE ALL GO THROUGH WHEN WE HEAR A REVELATION STREAMING OUT OF SOMEBODIES CONSCIOUSNESS; AND AS THAT RENEWED FLUSH OF WHITE ENERGY COURSES THROUGH OUR SYNAPSES AND ASTRAL BODY WE REALIZE THERE IS REALLY NO OTHER PATH; NOTHING TO ESCAPE FROM OR TOO,.NO REASON FOR THOUGHTS OF TORMENT, DEFEAT AND SELF DEPRECATION SUCH AS THE DEPRESSING SIEGE WE WERE BEATING OUR BRAINS UP WITH EARLIER IN THE DAY,. STANDING THERE WAILING LIKE A HOUND INTO THE MICROPHONE AS WE HAVE COUNTLESS TIMES BEFORE, WE SEE THE FOLLY OF THE DESTRUCTIVE FORAYS WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH WHEN OUR FRIGHTENED SPIRITS ARE SLIDING DOWN INTO THE GUTTERS OF DOOM,.THE SONG, THE GUITAR, THE STAGE...THIS IS WHAT WE WERE BORN FOR... IT DON'T EVER GET BETTER THEN THIS; POVERTY, ALIENATION, NIGHT SWEATS, FEARS OF HOMELESSNESS AND DYING ALONE IN AN UNFURNISHED ROOM. IT ALL PALES IN THE RUSH OF CONNECTING WITH THOSE FACES OUT THERE; THEIR ACCEPTANCE, THE APPLAUSE. THEIR EYES BRIGHT WITH WONDER FROM THE MAGIC WE’RE WEAVING...IN THAT MOMENT YOUR ON THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN OF THE SACRED CRUCIBLE OF “HOLY WOW," PATRON SAINT OF HOOCH AND COOL, IT ALL COMES TOGETHER IN THOSE MOMENTS WHEN THE COLLISION OF HEARTS, TRUTH, AND GOD EXPLODE IN THE ROOM LIKE A GRENADE OF VISIONS AND CHERRY WHIP CREAM, YOUR IN YOUR ELEMENT, FOR AN HOUR YOUR THE KING OR QUEEN OF “ZOWIE," YOU’VE FULFILLED YOUR ROYAL DUTIES…YOUR ALIVE!!! THE UNPARALLELED LIFE OF THE TROUBADOUR…AND NO ONE ELSE BUT YOU GETS TO TASTE THAT WINE.!!!