The Acoustic Jam at Drift

Hey Bloggers, I’m back. I had a quick trip to Iowa this week. I am super excited to share some awesome pics that I took, but, fek! I left my camera in J’s handbag. Damn.

Not to worry, she’s gonna send the pics to me and I will download them for you all to see.

Meanwhile, I went and played the jam at Drift – in my man tights. Ok, why is that important? Well:

  1. I really like wearing them. They are comfy, athletic, allow freedom of movement, and are, well sexy as fk! 
  2. I like to jam, but, well, I don’t normally combine the man tights thing with jamming or whatever – its normally a jeans affair. I did rock the knee length bike shorts for one outdoor gig, but that was a ‘one-off’.

So how did this come about?  Well, T has always encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone and wear tights, or what I like, and this time around J encouraged/dared/empowered me to give it a go. Maybe not a big deal to all of you, but for me a significant step in my uber-liberation movement for men-who-think-its-ok-to-wear-Lycra. I’m probably now in a very small sub-set of a society who actually perform music, in such apparel, and of course its not 1986 and I’m not in Motley Crue or whatever, so that makes it somewhat unique, and honestly, fun as fuck! If there are any others out there, please, give me a high five, but somehow I think maybe there’s more chance one of those radio antennae’s beaming beeps into space and listening for ET’s reply will get a better shot at a response than my call out. 

For a while, T and I were getting singing lessons, and I often wore a pair of long black man tights over to our tutor’s place. Our tutor saw me in them and said, ‘hey do you perform in those?  You probably should’. Actually, I have worn the long tights for a couple of band performances but I don’t do it a lot because honestly, its a bit of a freak out, but fun.

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Here’s me, acoustic guitar, and New Balance men’s running tight. Rocking it. 

But I don’t want you to be distracted by this diversion, this visual teaser on your collective imaginations, I’m a sort of serious singer/musician type. But I’m so enthusiastic about wearing my man tights, I didn’t know whether to be happier about that, or singing and playing the guitar, so I guess for me, I had reached a new level of self-realisation. I was just enjoying the moment!

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“No Woman, No Cry – sing along everyone…” 

So again, something wonderful happens when you take a chance, get out of your comfort zone, challenge yourself, and say ‘fuck it I’m going in’. And that is, nothing. What? No, I mean it, like what ever your fears may be – getting heckled, weird looks, disapproving tsk tsk’s, whatever, it just doesn’t happen. People either don’t care or they are just respectful enough to not really bother with nonsense.

So in this instance, I was out of the comfort zone for more than one reason, I fucking forgot my song book. So I pulled up at the venue, got out of the car, grabbed guitar, and oh-fuck, the song book is not here. What to do? Here I am – at the outer limit of my comfort zone in man tights about to go in and perform a few new songs that I didn’t even remember all the words to. I almost got back in the car to return home.

Normally, I don’t use a lyric sheet when I perform, because, well, I left all that behind when I was a total fucking amateur. But times have changed, and now I don’t normally read from a lyric and chord sheet – except when I take on new songs, knowing that I don’t know them that well, and need a little prompter for when I get that blank mind thing when you cant remember how the next verse starts…

But as the pictures serve as testament to my commitment to get out of the comfort zone, I got up, and played and sang my little heart out, after making an impromptu set list from some stuff I know well and some I don’t know so well. How did it go? Well, I think it went well. I met some new people and watched some fun performances. I had a coffee and a beer. All around, it was WAY better than hanging out on the couch watching TV!

Thanks for reading.

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The Set List

The Hunters and Collectors – Reminiscing about these Aussie Rock Icons.

Hi Bloggers,

I grew up in Australia. I am a ’75 model so that placed me well to hear a lot of good, what is now ‘classic’ Aussie rock. Of course in an international forum such as this, it is tempting to rattle off a roll call of great Aussie bands. There are plenty, but you will have to take my word for it, because, well, its true.

Anyway, who are/were the Hunters? This band came together when some Uni of Melbourne students started jamming or whatever in the late ’70’s. That would launch a career that kept them very active through to, well, the late ’90’s but they have apparently reformed for some one offs.

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Ok, all that is by the wayside. If you grew up in Aus in the 80’s and 90’s you KNOW what I’m talking about. H&C were a mainstay of commercial radio and video hit shows (like Rage). Like Cold Chisel, INXS or AC/DC you could bet that any time you turned a radio on for many years you would hear them some time.

So I got to see H&C at the Mansfield Tavern in Brisbane. The year was probably about 1992 or ’93. The venue was packed. It was very exciting. I ended up watching the show from front right of stage – right in front of the speaker stacks. I have some hearing loss these days – and I’m sure that H&C contributed just a bit of that.

I went to the concert with my sister, my cousin, her fiancé, and his brother and some other random people. As an indicator, we came from a kind of broad range of lives but everyone was into them. They were just that good. Image result for hunters and collectors

So if you haven’t heard of them, by now you are probably drifting into a state of general disinterest. Why were they so good? Because their music reached into you with a kind of desperate drive that just kind of slapped you and made you groove and held you close at the same time. They combined heavy, heavy bass and groovy guitars with a brass section, and the lyrical content and singing delivery, is very powerful. Very powerful. 

I know this stuff is good, because I have a CD, called ‘Under One Roof.’ It’s their live album. So on my recent road trip to Regina, I put it on. Holy shit. It’s amazing how you can like something, leave it be for a few years, and come back to it and appreciate it all over again. If you are the inquisitive type, and are interested in checking this out, google these tracks: Throw Your Arms Around Me, Turn a Blind Eye, Holy Grail, When the River Runs Dry, Do You See What I See, etc. etc.

If you think I’m bullshitting, ask Eddy Vedder, from Pearl Jam, he covers Throw Your Arms Around Me, so does Neil Finn (of Crowded House) and Neil Young. That’s some big support right there! I don’t think you’re going to catch them live any time soon, but gee, its nice to remember them.

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Amazing. Lyrebird makes construction sounds…

In the following 2-minute clip, courtesy of New Scientist, a lyrebird — a ground-dwelling bird native to Australia — demonstrates its impeccable, uncanny ability to mimic artificial and natural sounds from its environment. Herein, the hugely impressive animal is recorded mimicking sounds, including those of hammers, drills, chainsaws and even human chatter, from a nearby […]

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Working Out in Hot Shorts – A Natural Option for Me!

Hi Bloggers.

Disclaimer, this will be a completely self absorbed post. If you find yourself rolling your eyes or snickering, good for you. If you’re fist pumping and saying ‘right on!’ then you’re my kind of blogger! Lighten up, have some fun, ok?  On with the post… 

Ok, lets talk about a subject near and dear to my heart, and my arse and thighs and everything else – lycra, spandex, tight shorts, long tights etc. So I haven’t worn baggy shorts in the gym for probably the better part of 10 years, and even before that I was probably mostly or occasionally stepping out in some bun hugging shorts.

So in the scale of worldly important issues – global hunger, nuclear arms, radical politics, it probably doesn’t really rate a mention. On a more personal level, and even culturally, it gets a rating of fuck this is really important to me. So, how/why do I find myself here, on WP blogging about tight shorts? Firstly, this, for me is a celebration. Anytime a person finds simple pleasure or joy in something, then I think its worth celebrating. Secondly, this is a kind of rebellion of sorts, my own counterculture stab at convention and in that way its a middle finger to society, in my own way. I’m not out to be disrespectful, I’m just making my own personal choices without having to have permission or whatever.

So my ‘history’ (just lie on the couch, I’m going to ask you about your mother…) is that there is without a doubt, a sexualized component in this for me. From adolescence, I found the material highly arousing. I liked the way it looks, and feels, and honestly I like the attention it gets. There, I said it, unashamedly. Its out there. Lets all take a breath and accept that. But over the years, the intensity of this experience has normalised somewhat and these days, its more about comfort and function, but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t enjoy the sensual aspects of wearing this kind of thing 😉 . hot shorts 2

So what happens when a guy steps out in a pair of lycra long tights or shorts? Well, here’s the good news: nothing, or almost nothing. Maybe that could be stated as people are generally respectful or don’t care, or for the most part discrete. I find this aspect liberating, because it is ok, really, its ok. I’ve worn this stuff pretty much everywhere from Walmart to the movies, to camping trips, the café, etc etc. Ok, just to be clear, the hot shorts have only made appearances at the gym. My tight shorts choices for outside the gym are more bike short length above the knee type options or long tights. There are a couple of notable exceptions as to where I wouldn’t wear it – that being the workplace, and family bar-b-que.

There might be the odd comment behind my back – I don’t worry about that. Occasionally, normally younger girls (in pairs) will be elbowing each other and talking behind their hands, ok whatever. If I had any real concerns, it was about how would I be treated by other men? Well, again the good news is that for the vast majority of my experiences, and I mean like hundreds of work outs in various gyms in Australia, Canada and the States, guys are content to work out alongside me with no issues. Further, as I have become more comfortable, it really isn’t an issue, and I talk to people at my gym all the time in general conversation. It’s ok.

But there is a kind of ‘dark side’ to this subject. Lycra, for guys gets a lot of shit. You only have to do a search of opinions etc. to realise that there is the opposite of cultural acceptance when it comes to guys in tights. I think that this is in part body image driven, and in part a kind of man-shaming where our body parts are ‘not supposed’ to be displayed.

While I understand the logic, I think its fucking bullshit. Girls get to wear their Lulu’s hugging their arse and vulvas all over the place, including at the gym, office, or wherever. Disclaimer, I’m not complaining about their fashion choice, in fact I love it when girls wear this stuff. Its a total double standard that I think is bullshit. Further, its often the other guys that guffaw over this subject, with generally derogatory/homophobic comments when the subject comes up in general man-talk in groups. I accept that, I don’t think I’m going to sway public opinion with one post here, but that’s ok.

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So there’s a kind of a contradiction going on. If you look at all the instances where men in tight gear is ok, and there are plenty of them – generally sporting arenas, but then there is also dance, yoga, cycling, running (anybody been to a fun run or marathon lately, its a spandexathon for men these days). It seems that all this is ok, or should be ok. Millions of people are watching NFL every week and guys have the tightest material hugging their thighs and arse. I think this is fine, but the contradiction is that is ok in some places, but not others….? That’s fine, it is what it is.

So my favourite shorts? The Better Bodies men’s hotpant. Ok, I’m not on commission here. They feel great. Always team these up with a man thong for support. I just love the way they fit my body and kind of keep everything supported but give me total freedom to move about. I wont lie, having an inch of inseam on my thighs feels wickedly nice!  Don’t worry, in the picture below the shorts were washed, you wont finhot shorts 3d any unfortunate stains even if you strain your eyes!


Musings from a 22nd Street Café – Episode 2

Hi Bloggers,

Today, we went to get our Canadian passports. I am travelling to the states Monday, and I didn’t know this, but they have a 24 hour service. It costs an extra $100 but they can rush it through. I cant believe it, if things work out, I might be picking up my own Canadian passport on Monday at 11.30!

So I went to the café with my wife and my daughter. We talked a bit about being respectful and having a good adult dialogue. Very important things, I think. I realise I have not always been respectful, and she admits that she’s been a bit the same way. Anyway, the point was that we agreed to work on respectful dialogue, for the sake of our sanity, for the kids, and, well, because its way nicer if you are kind to eachother. Anyway, that’s not the point of my blog today.

I learned that my kids now have their own cell phones (WTF? I don’t remember having that discussion), but whatever. I texted something like ‘sup kids, you wanna hang with your dad?’ They both replied ‘no.’ Turds. Ok, I’ll just pay for your fucking cell phones and you can diss your dad. The joys of parenting.

So T Bird got herself the newIMG_2659 iPhone 7.  Another conversation that I don’t remember having but whatever, I guess I’ll just pay that bill too. I must say though, it takes awesome photos. I’m impressed.

There was a guy on the street outside the window. He had a cardboard sign saying ‘thank god for kind people’. I guess if I’m paying for three cell phone bills I’m pretty kind, right? I don’t think he’d appreciate that, though.


So I’ve got the weekend to IMG_2665do whatever I want, and I’m travelling to Iowa on Monday. Something to look forward to, its just a quick trip. I think I’ll work on a few songs on my acoustic guitar, give the vocal chords a bit of a workout. Probably hit the gym a couple of times. Might even get a bit of yoga in.

Who’s down for that?

Doing what I do (best?) – The Drift Café

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Hi Bloggers. So here I was last night. I wasn’t bullshitting. That’s a guy we’ll call ‘shady’ banging away on the drum. This was fun. Simple, pure performance fun. No pressure. Dropping the odd word, mumbling through, having so much  fun I’m breaking into laughter, and (trying) to get the audience to sing along. A regular musical bull in a china shop!

So I gave the café my name and contact details, I told them that I would do a set ‘for tips’. They have a downstairs coffee area, and an upstairs bar area. Very nice venue, I guess we’ll see what happens. This is all part of my (evil?) self-realization plan.

Bloggers, go out there and have a really nice Friday. Hugs.


Playing the coffee club – Open Mic

Hi bloggers, 1934 Gibson Jumbo:

Following my earlier commitment to get off my arse and get out there, tonight I did just that. I took my acoustic guitar, and a hastily written set list and I played a coffee shop. There’s an open mic every Thursday night and its a very chill scene. I like the fact that its intimate, cosy, and not full of drunks. 

I caught up with a few people I know from the scene around town. I used to jam with a guy who played bass, maybe three years ago now. His wife, Q (now ex wife) saw me there and started chatting. I didn’t know this, but they have since split. I played guitar and sang with her and we did a cover of ‘stuck in the middle with you’, you might know it. Also, I saw my friends S and N. I was jamming with these guys in my basement, with me on drums, S on guitar, and N singing. She has the loveliest voice, and he can really sing too. It was nice to watch them play and sing songs that I saw the ‘birth of’ in my basement some months prior. It was a special moment, kind of poetic how things come around again.

So I played a set, and here’s my songlist:

  • You’re beautiful (my original)
  • Let her go (Passenger)
  • Maggie May (Rod Stewart)
  • All for you (Sister Hazel)
  • No woman no cry (Bob Marley)

I even played guitar for T bird who sang and played the keyboard. It was fun. As we were putting our stuff in our car, T jumped in with Q in her car, and fucked off into the night. I have no idea what shes doing. I hope she’s having fun. I told Q to have her back to me by the end of the week.

So T fucked off in a car. It didn’t look exactly like this one below, but in my mind I can imaging something like this. Last seen with Q, and it was night time, and Canada, and the car was a bit more modern that this old beetle, but whatever.


Blog time – random ramblings – time to sing with my guitar.

Hi Bloggers. I’ve been off the computer for a couple of days. Partly because when I have come home, someone else has had the computer to watch Netflix, or do homework, or some other pointless bullshit that doesn’t involve blogging and writing, but that’s ok.

What have I been up to? Well I performed at two jams in the last week. Actually three if you include the one my band hosted last Tuesday. I caught up with some friends at a jam last night, although I didn’t actually jam. I left the house in socks and flops so I wasn’t even planning to jam. Sunday night’s jam was a bit of a mess – we invited a bass player up to jam, and, well, she didn’t know our stuff so it was a bit of a disaster in parts, but, we did it, it was another musical experience in the bag.

Sometimes the band thing, and relying on others is complicating things a bit much. I just need to take a fucking song sheet like the one below, and strum chords and sing it. Simple. 

 : Meanwhile, I got so much out of the jam experience myself that I have decided to get back into it. By it I mean the art of simple performance. Jams are social, they are fun, normally low pressure and most times supportive. I am going to keep it simple. Me, acoustic guitar, and I’m going to sing my little heart out, which is what I really enjoy doing. Forget about the full scale band productions, coordinating musical parts, guitar solos etc. Wait, did I say forget that? No I mean park that for a bit and just fucking get up and strum some chords and sing. Picture below is John Lennon. The astute (undead) blog reader will appreciate without me pointing it out, that it is not Don McLean, who wrote American Pie, featured left.


An awesome poster of John Lennon of The Beatles in 1967 during their visit to India! Maybe he's writing Dear Prudence... Ships fast. 24x36 inches. Check out the rest of our FABulous selection of Beatl: I’m going to create a song list of maybe 20 numbers and get off my arse and get them performed. I’m excited.

Home town shout out – these guys have a great blog and their photos are awesome….

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Performance Anxiety – Working Through the Stage Fright Phenomenon to Build Confidence as a Musician or Performer.

Hi bloggers, aside from my ‘day job’, I am a part time musician. I’ve done lots and lots of paid gigs. Some of them have been very exciting and interactive, some of them have been in small pokey venues with hardly enough room to fit a band on the stage, and some of them have been in the outdoors on the back of a stage with hundreds of people watching. Asides from paid gigs, I’ve done lots and lots of open stages, open mics, and jams. So I thought I might like to share some of the experience with you.


So my first performances in front of people in a venue were back when I was a student at Uni. This was in about 2000. I had been dabbling in the guitar for years at that point, and one thing or another kept me from developing the networks and or skills to get up and put on a decent performance. So I put an ad up somewhere and met a guy named Ken who was an absolutely phenomenal guitarist. The thing about Ken was, although he had ‘studied’ guitar for an intensive period (like 6 years of 4-5 hours practice a day), he did not have live playing/band type experience. So, we teamed up.

We practiced/jammed a few times at my place, and after a very short time, we headed out to an open mic in the city that we lived in, and put on our first set. To be honest, I don’t recall the exact first set we did. I know we played a few times in that venue. I was super nervous, like hands shaking, lacking confidence, mortified at the prospect of messing up. My singing experience was very limited. I was more comfortable with the guitar really, but rest assured, you get up in front of a pub full of people, and your skills can dry up like a puddle in the Gibson desert. Such is the effect of nerves.

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So several performances followed that first one, and I was able to gain some inkling of the feeling of performing, and being on stage, and getting things mostly right. It was a total buzz, I loved it. We got some good feedback, some people said they couldn’t believe we’d been jamming for only a few weeks, because we sounded so cohesive.

So there’s the first lesson, folks. Working with competent people, and rehearsing your material many times over makes for a good performance. Notice there are two points there:

  1. Competent musicians will make for a decent performance. There is no substitute for a good skillset IF you want to perform well. You don’t have to be SRV, you do need to be fluid with chord changes and the general mechanics of YOUR performance. Notice that I’m not saying be technical and fancy, I’m saying be competent with the material that YOU are presenting. My philosophy – a simple performance done well is way better than a technical performance done badly.
  2. Rehearsal makes ALL the difference. I actually found that getting on stage, I could shift my mind to think well, this is just like practice in the lounge room, no big deal, right?

So this story is far from over. I continued to write my quirky songs and find any opportunity to get up on stage. I moved around a bit, and found other people to jam and practice with. I did some open mic things on stage on my own. One of the most special opportunities I had was to be invited to perform at the Scone (NSW, Australia) rugby clubhouse in the Hunter Valley, where I was living at a time. This venue was an old clubhouse, and the local school served a kind of dinner, and various performers from the community played. It was fun, supportive, but certainly intense for a performer. Imagine a room full of people, having dinner, and all eyes are on you. You have an acoustic guitar, the PA is projecting your guitar sounds and voice to a packed room. It was exciting and scary.

I think I did maybe two of these events. How did it go? Well, at one point I remember clearly, I fucked up doing a song by Australian Crawl (Reckless). Its a beautiful song and translates very well to the acoustic guitar. At some point, I lost it, and had to humbly apologise and say I’m going to leave that one right there. Guess what? I didn’t get crucified, nobody threw stones at me. In fact, one guy I talked to actually said he did a little ‘yes’ with a fist pump under table, why? because he realised that it made me appear vulnerable, and subject to making mistakes, and he felt that allowed him to feel better about the whole performance thing. It was really meant as a supportive gesture so it was cool.

So there’s the second lesson: you will make mistakes. Accept that. If you take yourself too seriously, you will ruin the experience for yourself and maybe for others. I took myself too seriously. Maybe a little too perfectionistic. I’ve done dozens and dozens and dozens (100’s?) of live performances, and while some have gone very well, some have been shit, and none have been perfect. If you can laugh off a mistake and look like you are enjoying the performance, people will be ok with it. Easier said then done.

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 So fast forward, new town, new job. When I moved I was on a mission to join a band. An absolute burning desire have to get it done no matter what kind of deal. So I teamed up with a bass player and a drummer. Turns out the bass player, although good, was a musical Nazi. He was just an abusive bully with a big mouth. I jammed with them for maybe 6 months, and it was a formative period for me in both playing electric guitar in a band, and a steep learning curve. We didn’t get out of the farm shed but that was ok because it was all a learning. At some point I made a decision to leave that arrangement because I’m not up for taking a bunch of shit – this is supposed to be fun.

There’s the third lesson: some people are arseholes. Some are not motivated. Some are not dedicated, and there is everything in between. Like any human relationship, if the people are not respectful, committed etc, it’s not going to work. This is normal, and it takes time to cultivate these arrangements.

So I got a call one day – from the drummer that I was jamming with before. He had a band that he wanted me to play lead guitar in. They had a gig – new years eve, and that was tomorrow night. ‘WTF? You want me to do a gig tomorrow night, and I don’t know any of your stuff. No way, I’ll come over and jam but there is no way I’m going to get up on stage and do that!’

So I went over there. We jammed for a bit, and I played along to some chords I was reading off some printed sheets. We got it done – I went out with them the next night to a country pub and we played on an outdoor stage. We were shit, but guess what? We got $400 that I couldn’t believe we actually got paid for this, but it felt great having my share – $100 of Australian currency in notes, pressed into the palm of my hand.

So here’s lesson four: these guys, had played live before, and thought it was quite normal to find/get a gig and perform. The point – its a mindset shift. You just need to decide that ‘this is what I/we do’ and then you make it happen.

So over the next two years, we put a LOT of practice in – like many full Saturdays from about 9 to 5 pm. We played a LOT of shows. Various locations, pubs, taverns, back of truck flatbed trailers, rodeos, ag. shows, etc. On average, we were out there every second weekend or so for one or two gigs. We did one weekend where we did a Friday night, a Saturday night, and a Sunday afternoon – all in different regional cities. Man, that was exhausting. So this band taught me a lot about performing, singing, playing in front of crowds, etc.

We played one place at a rodeo, and there were maybe 300 people there, and they were rowdy, drunk, etc. I was so nervous. So was our main singer, she was shaking. I thought if we fuck up here, they are going to throw bottles at us. There had just been a fight between two guys and the cops who were hand to hand combatting these guys until reinforcements came and they locked them up. I digress but the point was that it was intense. So the good news is, that from the opening riff of ‘Let me be There’ (Linda Ronstadt?) the party got started, and my nerves settled somewhat.

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Stick with me, I’m going to wrap this up!

So years later, I have been in a few bands, and done lots more performances. I played at one of the jams in the city I live in, and it was a very intense scene too. Venue was always fully packed, with people who played music – a peer crowd. Just the kind of place that will test your wits as a musician, because naturally you want to impress. Some of these performances were the most intense, but after doing like, dozens of these events, I got more used to it, even excited about playing there. In fact, the band I am in has hosted the jam in that venue several times as the ‘house band’. Now THAT is something, because when I walked in there a few years ago, I almost crapped my pants because the scene was so intimidating – we ended up owning that stage for a few performances, and I had the feeling we lifted the roof off a few times. Of course there were some forgettable numbers we did too.

Lesson five: at a point, your nerves will subside somewhat. You should feel a kind of excited apprehension, maybe even a little nervous when you go on stage – that’s normal. It gets fun when you can become fully confident. This is the point approaching arrogant rock star. Fully confident varies, I’ve had it, it can be fleeting, and sometimes, can’t explain why, you will get up and you will be a bundle of nerves, even though this is your 256th live performance. I don’t know why. Typically, I would allow the first set – and I mean like an hour of playing, to let my nerves settle, but really, this normally happens in the first couple of songs.

I played a festival in BC (Canada), sharing the stage with some very notable musicians. We were the local band in the town that had been invited to play. Let me tell you, I was so nervous before the performance that I felt like I forgot how to play the guitar. I’m sure that sounds kind of odd, but the point is I was so nervous that I couldn’t think about words, or chord changes, or lead breaks or anything. The good news is that we got up and did a solid performance. One young guy from one of the other bands came up to me and said ‘yes, yes, you know what I’m talking about.’ He didn’t even have to articulate it – he was saying we did a great performance and he really appreciated it.

So if you got this far, thanks for sticking with me. Performing is a buzz. Singing is food for the soul, and I can attest that you can reach into peoples hearts and minds with a good performance and that is a profound experience. If you’re thinking about it, just do it, get off your arse, and get up, be ready to prepare, be ready to be nervous, and be ready to make mistakes. Forgive yourself, its just music!