Ever play in a tough bar and start a song, and just can not get past the first line? But you're just sure enough of yourself that you try it three or four times--and the damn song just goes down the drain as soon as you open your mouth. Over and over.

Such that your friends in the audience tell you "you should have practiced more." God knows what the ones who aren't your friends are thinking. But I don't want to.

That ain't exactly suicide though. Suicide is intentional. Like if I had gone through with the gig in Smiths Falls last night, in a sports bar with four pool tables, and the NHL playoffs have started...now _that_ woulda been suicide.

Willie-O