The life of a musician is hard in today’s plethora of coffee shops and club scenes where a free drink and publicity is supposed to pay your bills. Sometimes my love for the euphoria of performing trumps my need to eat for the week, so I play anywhere that will turn a crowd to listen.

I got an invite from my local coffee shop to come and headline for a big even they were having. The pay was terrible, but it was exactly the amount I needed to keep my heat on. The pressure was high when the owner told me I would get paid only if the crowd responded well to my music.

I showed up to the gig with my guitar, bass player, and drummer. We unloaded our souls into the crowd with our titillating musical notes that would give Helen Keller the feels. Unfortunately nobody even looked up from their drinks. If only we had a saxophone player Manchester.