In October 1976, a folk group played a concert in our small college town in northeast Missouri. I was the warm-up act. After the concert, one of the members of the band came up and told me he liked my songwriting. Told me I should cut a demo of my songs. By year’s end we did and I knew a record deal was just around the corner. It wasn’t. And there have been enough misfires over the next
30 years to disillusion, destroy, and discourage. But I’m mule-headed and
unwilling to throw away that dream. Now the project is nearing
completion and it’s break-into-a-cold-sweat-time.
Time to let it go. Time to let if fly or flail.
