Letter to Erin 20150917

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Good evening, my dearest Erin!  What a day, huh?  It's cold, grey, and surreal here right now.  I like the cold.  I heat up pretty quickly, so I prefer the cold.  I still have a fever, but it's not so bad, so I stopped taking drugs, but it doesn't feel like it.  I made chicken and egg burritos for dinner.  I gave Floofy some chicken.  She likes my cooking.  Would you like some?  I love you, and I need you.

I had just been watching the Yardbirds story.  Look, it's Nigel Tufnel!  I guess I am an old school type of musician.  But that's not entirely true: I'm too young to be in a classic rock band, and too old to be in any sort of band.  Plus, I have no friends.  What would I play if I joined a classic rock band?  Guitar?  Bass?  Drums?  Sing?  I would be relegated to bass I'm sure. so the icons can shine again.  That's the problem of being in a band, it's a battle of egos.  I played bass when I was in a band long ago, because I wanted to be humble and let it be all about "the band".  But the egos always seem to take over, regardless of whether or not people in the band are financially secure.  Especially when the people are talented.  Egos.  Dog eaters.  Do I have an ego?  I'm not perfect, so I'm sure I do.  Ya Allah, please forgive me for my flaws.  I just want to make music my own way, because I'm an old man.  I just want to stick to my own agenda.  Plus, I don't have to tour.  I think I'll play some guitar tonight.  Just for fun.