I'm a pretty laid back fellow these days, but 15 or so years ago I DID go to a psychiatrist, complaining that I had dreams about murdering my audiences! He laughed, and when I told him about some of the "road adventures" I'd had, he immediately picked up on how I'd survived. "You've turned them all into jokes, but I'll bet they were ANYTHING but funny while they were happing" he said. Yup. Some were verry scary indeed.

T'was a good living though, and difficult to get out of, 'cause I had/have very few other marketable skills. Free-Lance Philosophers don't make much!

Cheers

Rick

P.S. One night at the Royal York Hotel (that's the place where I squirted Crazy Glue into the Juke Box) a guy sitting just below the stage, kept fiddling with my chorus pedal......I asked him not to, but he thought it was fun......I waited for a bit, timed it perfectly and jammed one cowboy boot HARD onto his hand. Talk about "feel good"...I DID!