It is not a thing for the faint of heart to be sure,I mean to really chase it hard pulling out all of the stops.It is not a logical thing to do.You can turn from being very constuctive to very self-destructive.From being very inspired to very tired.The worst part is when you enter into depression because you can't get things done that you need to do.You lose you focus and flounder.The dream overules any type of personal life you may wish to establish.The best that I got in my personal life was raising my baby son.Totally away from all of that merry-go round.In fact I had to turn down a most attractive offer from a famous rock band.I had to finally be all about normal things.Day by day stuff.Reading and studying the bible,performing for God in church,functioning as a Deacon and music director and changing poopy diapers.I use to walk back into a club for a blues jam with my guitar and I could not stand the smell of the joint.I would just drive home.Those joints use to be my whole life as a musician.The rent money.I knew them all from state to state and just had to walk in with my guitar and play with the resident group.And I though I was really going places,at that time there was a lot of money floating about there but it flows into your hand and then out of it.I needed to get away from that for a time.I had to be a single dad and live in a normal neighborhood and work a normal job,that other life was either going to kill me or land me in prison.And I was young and very impressionable.What I was doing onstage was NOT an act...it was me and my life.I came down south from pennsylvania to learn about the blues and be a southern rock musician,and many did not buy that I was here to stay at first,to become a unique Florida rock artist,an original.Yet I got in with the guys eventually and that whole scene was in it's heyday.Dual harmony lead guitars everywhere,all of us could play ALL of the different parts to a point where one guy could pick a guitar and the other would finger it!...now that is some cool shit man!The clubs were packed 7 nights a week,all of them that had live music and then all of the cats would meet at the bottle club after our separate shows and jam together.We would sit down and have drinks and talk about stuff.It was a liitle different with my band because Chip and Marvin were black guys and we were considered very threatening which we were,they were both incredible musicians,singers,writers and showmen.The other groups could play as tight as us yet they could not in their wildest dreams touch our showmanship which often got us into much trouble.Still we all became great friends and everyone had work,more than we could handle.And we appreciated their friendship.We were all doing the same thing but in different ways.And we were all professional musicians.We made our living at it.We were very wild children.We were all supported by an audience coming out 7 nights a week to party and dance to live music.The clubowners gladly paid up in full.They were getting very wealthy.Talent scouts for major record labels were everywhere,unfortunately they picked the wrong bands for major label deals and over-produced them losing their wild child sound.Truly it was a musicians paradice and we though it would last forever.And it was at this time that God pulled me out of it and I had to depart.I was on the road towards killing myself.Burning every candle at both ends.Looning for three or four days straight.Living it to the hilt,the fast life...what have you?Most of all,I was not developed as an artist.Not nearly so with the good part that came later from the studio.I was just a liquor salesman with a guitar.Yet not a serious artist.Certainly not a producer nor publisher either.And shortly after I departed the scene ended anyway.It all fell apart and will never be the same again,a generation changed.If you expect to make a living playing a club you had better guess again or have an awfully good plan going and still you are going to burn out.I still play a lot of clubs to this day now sometimes it is great and sometimes so boring I could scream.Yet the dream,I am molded for it and coming up as always right behind it.