You know I'd have a hell of a band

I think I would have loved being a musician. Whenever I've hung out with other friends who are musicians or heard the stories of people I know who have managed a band, the stories always fascinate me. The parties. The people. The lifestyle. The art. It all speaks to me. Spending a day in Nashville two years ago only fueled that feeling even more. I know that very few musicians make it big, but even the life of a struggling musician, the starving artist, appeals so much to me. I know it's not all roses - no artist's way of life ever is - but man it must be an awesome trip. If I had it to do over again... and had a shred of musical ability, I have decided I would move to Nashville and live the life of a singer-songwriter.

That's obviously not going to happen, but last night before Amy's show I got a brief, albeit meaningless, taste of what it might be like. I walked up to the counter at Milkboy Coffee and ordered myself an iced latte. Seeing me standing there with my red beard, my slightly shaggy and windblown hair which I've been growing out, and my groovy retro t-shirt, the chick working the counter asked me, "Are you playing tonight?"

For a split second, I was a musician. I was there man. I felt it through and through. And dude, it totally rocked. Then you know, I snapped back to reality and paid full price for my drink.