Old Man Blues
Back in ancient times, when ice was colder, fire was hotter and drink was stronger (and cheaper) than it is now — yes, the 1970s — I played drums in a fusion jazz band in Los Angeles. Did some really fun gigs at celebrated clubs like The Troubadour and The Whiskey-A-Go-Go.
Always felt pretty comfortable playing live behind the drum kit, but it was just duanting to get up and play guitar and sing recently at The Star Club in Bellingham.
Practiced so long into the wee dark hours, I blew out my voice! Required a couple of cognacs to steady the nerves and resuscitate some of the vocal cords. Truly made a mess of it, but still good to make that happen, eh?