I was playing a gig recently, and I put on a piece of clothing that isn’t mine.
Well, I say not mine. It’s something I’ve had for well over 14 years now. By anyone’s reckoning, I think it’s mine, and it’s far far too late in every way to give it back.
The person who it used to belong to never saw me gig, and only ever heard me play any sort of guitar from a distance.
I wonder what they would think if they watched me rockabilly the hell out of a guitar, and essentially turn into a person they don’t know in the process.
Would they be proud? Would they even stay around for the end?
Well, who knows! I never could second-guess them. I know I enjoy it, and I’m looking forward to getting back to match-fitness!
My guess is, though, that they’d tell me to just drink whiskey and shut up (great song by Brian Setzer- check it out if you can!)