Congratulate me! I’m celebrating the latest milestone in my musical career: I’ve officially moved from “Completely Unknown” to “Hideously Obscure”. Now, if I can only work my way up to “Nearly Forgotten” . . .
Such is the life of the lowly singing/songwriting Suburban Cowboy.
No glare of the spotlight here boy – it’s the florescent light of a neighborhood Starbucks, a MySpace page, and a cardboard box of homemade CDs. Please, no shoving at the autograph table.
I’m not alone. There are vast armies out there marching from coffee house to corner bar with the same motto: “Have guitar, will sing for tips.” Why? Damned if I know. Those guys are wasting their time. I’ve got talent. 
And that's why we do it. At least that's what makes me tick. The deep-seated suspicion that I have something different to offer, and that someone out there is looking for it -- even if they don’t know it yet. Or maybe it’s just because I don’t know how not to do it. After all, it’s part of our programming as human beings to want to create, to make a mark as high as you can reach on the wall. Some guys build bridges. Some invent Secret Sauce. I write quirky country songs.
But I’m good at it.
And if you come to the coffee house tonight, CDs are half off.
