About a year and a half ago, I made a public pronouncement that I was no longer going to play my older songs anymore. There was to be one grand farewell show, and then I would be moving on to new things, new songs, and new formats for playing them. Last week, for five nights in a row, I stood up in front of thousands of people and broke my word. Five times! If you count each old song that I sand as an individual transgression, then I went against my word about twenty times. Does this amount to a hair band comeback tour?
It is not a hair band comeback tour, I think, although my hair is much longer than it once was, and I have been wearing skin tight pants onstage. Hmm, maybe the evidence is mounting against me. At any rate, I feel fairly certain that breaking my word in this instance is the right thing to do. At the present moment, I don’t have an articulate statement for exactly why it is right. I have confidence, however, that an articulate statement about my double-cross will come to me at a later point. At the moment I am just going on instinct.
p.s. When I took the above photos I was drunk, on a boat. Instinct!