Oh do I ever... both find songs I forgot in drawers, on napkins... or worse, new and topical songs... standing there on the stage of the Theater for the New City... looking out at the audience, calm as could be... open me gob and... how the hell does that song I wrote last week start? Awful feeling, or like Phil Oches in Vancouver, in the middle of one of my old favs, I wrote a long time ago and sing often, but not often enough, comes a hole in the song...

ah well, imperfection...

lorcan