If you’ve surfed onto this page hoping to read about an idealistic and reasonably attractive young musician playing his guitar and singing in the sun to large crowds of enthusiastic art and music lovers, then you, I’m sorry to say, have come to the wrong web page. You’ll want to press the back button on your browser now. Go on and press it, before it’s too late.
You’re still here are you?
If, however, you would enjoy reading a gloomy entry about outdoor musical performances in inclement weather with poor attendance, broken guitar strings, malfunctioning wireless units, disappearing automobiles, austere police stations, mysterious South African taxi drivers and city impound lots at dusk, then you, dear reader, you have indeed come to the right place. Because, not unlike the United States Army, being a musician is not only a job; it’s an adventure.