No, I don't. I was invited to attend a CD release party for a musician friend on Saturday night. Went to the ATM that afternoon to take out 20 bucks so that that I could pay for a drink or two... but, I never made it. Here's the Nat King Cole version of the title tune.
The lyrics are all on the money.
Used to go out a lot with Myrna. Without her, it's a very different business. I'm actively seeking not to get together with another woman. And, I knew that at my friend's event there would be a woman who has an interest in me.
It's not that I don't like her, or even that I find her unattractive. No more moving vans for me. No more big dramas.
Since the Old Dawgz decided to give it a rest, I haven't been out much to play, either. Jam sessions seem like a thing of the past. Instead of sitting for an hour or two waiting for your turn to play 3 songs, you can sit down and play along with a YouTube video like this one:
In fact, I think I'll do that right now.
The old urge to be in front of an audience has subsided. Yeah, a lot of times it's fun. Audiences tell you in often brutal fashion whether they like what you're doing. A little applause does a lot to spruce up one's ego.
There's always one guy taking you aside to tell you how great you are, and one guy taking you aside to tell you to avoid getting a big head and, hey, don't quit your day job.
What would it take to get me out there again?
Money. Good conditions. All those things that seem so very unlikely to happen again. Why beat myself up?
Maybe I'll change my mind at some point in the future. But, for now, I'm happy sitting home at night and watching Kung Fu action movies on Netflix.