Through A Squinted Eye

I have rrecently come to questioning the one ability that is a part of my soul.  Can I get up on a stage again playing music and singing?  It is odd how something I have been trying to regain for the past eight years is always dangled in front of me like the all too famous carrot on a string.  Yet if it is to come to fruition (thank you Sting), can it come back and blossom enough to feel the pleasant satisfaction it offers.  I realize it would not be as I remember it from the first go around, but I feel with that experience in mind it could be ever more gratifying  to my senses.

I guess this stems from my “drummer” (if he gets his shit together) contacting me to make a push in getting a bassist and openign for some friends.  The bassist is somewhat hard to swallow since the one we grew together with was an amazingly talented musician and good natured person, but when trouble comes he vanishes completely.  Thus, relying on that kind of person is impossible.  So all of it sounds good in theory.  We head out with the bulk being covers to reduce practice and play a show once a month.  At this point, even giving the drummer the benefit of the doubt by saying he comes though and sticks to it.  Can I produce anymore after sitting on a shelf for so long?

Well I guess I must try.