The Singer Renews the Song

Maudie, over at Poker Perspectives, doesn't post enough. When she does, it's always worth reading.

Maudie's latest essay made me remember there was a time when - inspired by Richard Fariña - what I most wanted to do with my life was learn how to play the mountain dulcimer and head for the local coffee houses of Hermosa Beach. But I quickly learned that - like painting - I have absolutely no talent for making music, as much as I enjoy it. I had to settle for being regularly mistaken for Cat Stevens, circa his "Tea for the Tillerman" era, much to to the amusement of my more musical friends.