rm in front of drunks, partiers, druggies, your mom and dad's friends from the club, and then working into the wee hours of the morning, you start coming to your senses.</p>
<p>As I look back on my years of being a professional musician, I just detest the time spent playing 'cover tunes' in order to make a living. But I had my limits... I never played “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round That Old Oak Tree” nor would ever play “Baby, Don't Get Hooked On Me” as I would tell that someone until Mac Davis but