It is late enough for me to know that looking at the clock will only make things worse. There is always a point in the night where you realize that the time doesn‚Äôt matter. It‚Äôs nighttime‚Ä¶that is all. I live in a small duplex in what some would call a retirement community.
In my line of work you meet a lot of interesting people. Some more interesting than others. It seems that these days the average music fan feels that it is necessary to “out weird” the musicians in hopes that they will be remembered by the people they hold so dearly.