Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. And sorry I sucked. Afraid I still do. But even more.
I didn’t used to suck. I once recorded the kind of rock songs you like – but you know that cuz you mentioned them. Both of them.
I was twenty-six then. I bleached the tips of my hair. I owned a pair of leather pants. Fleather, actually. Seriously. I did.
But then stuff changed.
My hair turned gray. I bought a house. And a mini van. I had kids. All of this in reverse order.
And I loved it. I do love it. I love my life. I’m happy.
And that sucks for you I guess. Because now I’m not out to make myself happy by making you happy. Truth is, I guess, I never was. I was just making music I liked…when I was twenty-six. And now I’m making music I like at thirty-seven.
And it sounds pretty sweet in my Honda Odyssey. Six speaker system.
Of course by now – five years later and all – you might have a minivan of your own, huh? Hey, now that you’re all grown up, you might wanna give me another chance. It’s only five bucks.
And there’s banjo.