Liam, I'm sure you're correct. Just different paths to different strokes I suspect---to corrupt an old saying. My doings on the road were ones I never would've passed up either. But a 5 year old kid can get influenced in an immature way that becomes a pathology of it's own sort of. As a result I've never worn a tie since 1967 (my wedding to Carol). I'm not so much proud of that as just stating a fact. We all do what we must---Mother Teresa or Atilla The Honey. On the gig circuit I've slept on Harvey's couch in Springfield, Illinois while his geese crapped on my head and I've taken a Greyhound 2,400 miles (round trip for $24.00) to Mexico City where a chicken fell on my head from the luggage rack. Hell, I even picked in a Winnepeg bar when a huge fight broke out between those who wanted to listen and those who were too drunk to care. (Where's the chicken wire when we need it?) The closest to corporate life I ever got was working through the URBAN GATEWAYS arts-in-education booking folks---who I loved most of the time---but was still an independant contractor & on my own. That was how I, personally, had to go after my own Grail. And it sure has been a kick and a half.

With respect,

Art