So, I brought my brilliant musical daughter with me to Caffe Lena last night to see our favorite local band, Driftwood.  Their virtuosity on their instruments (guitar, banjo, fiddle, and upright bass) along with the impossibly perfect blending of their voices left me with two simultaneous thoughts:

1.  I need to record something amazing

2.  Why the hell do I bother?

Those same two thoughts battle each other every time I see Bruce Hornsby, Indigo Girls, or any other band that does what I do infinitely better.

The only consolation I have is knowing that they haven't lived my life, so my stories are different.  My limitations force ingenuity.  My weaknesses at times can come across as strengths.

In the words of brilliant songwriter Tim Alexander (known to the music world as Letter Seventeen), "As for mistakes, I've made a few, but I've lived a life.  I've seen things you'll never see, and I've earned my right.

Well, here's to an album that matters in it's own way.  Besides, what self-respecting artist would ever record an album called Saco River Pirate?

As another brilliant lyricist - Sid the Sloth - has said, "Dignity has nothing to do with it."