I salute you.
I used to be a rock star. Okay, not a star. GOLDEN GOD. Okay, okay, I was in a dinky outfit that made it's way up and down the Baltimore-Annapolis corridor. We did play with Good Charlotte, though. Back when they weren't caking themselves with fake tears and when they played good music. You know, before they cut a major label album. But that's a whole 'other story.
I miss it sometimes. Then I remember humping gear in and out of shitty little bars. The good camaraderie gets blacked out by the pissing matches. The fact that I can barely play. Okay, that was an underestimation, but I'm not that good in all honesty. Definitely overstepped my bounds by trying to solo, I'm strictly a rhythm kind of player. But even with all the negative crap, I miss strapping that axe on my shoulders, turning it up to 11 and having a good time.

I've thought a hundred times about getting together another band, a group simply for kicks. Maybe a punk cover band a la Me First and The Gimmie Gimmie's, sans the 'all-star' line up.
But then I remember that most days, when I'm not working, I'd rather be doing nothing. I got lazy in my not quite middle age. Heh. Got. Like I suddenly became lazy. That's a scam if I ever heard one...though why I'm busting my own balls I have no idea...
This picture is totally me, though. No lie, that's me rocking out with my...guitar out. This is my favorite picture of me from that time, because it really looks like I'm a shiny golden rock god. When in actuality there were about thirty people at that show, maybe a bit more, and we weren't even the headliners.