Everything Except Music

So I’ve talked about it here before, but in high school, we—senior year—won a Battle of the Bands in a mall, which, as I described, was as ‘80s as possible. I mean, you can’t get more ’80s than that. So after high school, there were a few of us who came up to UT, University of Texas, to go to school, and we had a jam in a storage unit, which is the worst kind of jam, no matter what. It’s just awful anyway. I pulled up in my Honda Accord, a little fat. Half of an Afro. Just in pure college loser mode, smoking, thinking I was the coolest thing since sliced bread. And all attitude, zero skill, zero ability. No idea what to do, and it was the worst. It’s the kind of thing I think about and get cold sweats. Everything except music was what I showed up with. The reason I’m reminded of this today is I think I showed up with the opposite of that on Friday. We worked really hard, and we sold 200 tickets to this show, and it was great. Everybody had fun. I played pretty well. I think I’d give…