Dear Ann Landers,

I remember the sixties and seventies folk scene well, maybe too well sometimes--I strummed and sang and played the slightly melancholic folksinger/songerwriter role(quite a trick, because I actually did a lot of funny songs, and my "serious" songs turn out to be even funnier) and found that young women were always very interested--I married my sweetest, wide eyed admirer, and she was always so proud of my music, but subtly started to get in the way of my actually playing--

She turned out be about as sweet as a well, let's just say, not so sweet...I probably was not the romantic and tragically sensitive child that I pretended to be either. That relationship went before the judge..

Free again, I had learned an important lesson, and hit the road to play every art fair, coffeehouse, Holiday Inn, vegatarian restaurant, Coral Gables Rathskeller, Earth Day Anti-Nuke Picnic, Unitarian-candlelight-Singles-Who-Want-to-Stop-the-War-and-have-an-open-relationship-with-someone-creative-and-sensitive-night that I could find--with predictable results--

I got over it after about twenty years(two bad marriages, two long-term live-together relationships, one long-term non-live together, and various dalliances and infidelities-

I think that playing certain kinds of music, in certain environments, has always created certain sorts of "romantic" possibities, and I think it is easy to believe a lot of things about what happens--that it is revolutionary, that it is liberating, that it is poetic, romantic, that it is tragic--but sooner or later, it turns out that the lovers are in love with these things, and not each other... Just call me,

"Don't Get Around Much Anymore"