I’m blank. Stressed is an understatement, the future is always a huge question mark. My gig is up in September. Then what?
Isn’t life like one big jam session? I learn tunes, and practice licks, and build up my musical skill sets; but invariably, a tune gets called that I don’t know and suddenly, I’m dangling on a cliff-face, without any clothes and the branch I’m grasping is about to come loose from the rocks.
…and there are people watching.
Pray to God they don’t see what I think they see.