Sometimes I find myself wondering what would have become of me without the music. Obviously I'll never know. My life has been almost too perfect. I've seen so many places that I would never have seen. I've worked with musicians who have exposed me to levels of ecstasy that I would never have dreamed of. The kindness of strangers who became lifelong friends has kept me well fed and provided soft, warm beds.
Do you suppose that I should have worked harder? Toured more? Played what they wanted to hear? Practiced longer?
If I had it all to do over, I'd do it wrong again. I'm not bragging but I'm not complaining.