
Tonight I am at The Metro. Six songs; three of mine, and three old blues songs. It goes OK, but something is missing. Technically all the bits are in the right place, but I fail to inspire or impress myself. Understandably, no-one else seems particularly interested either. I sound like mud. Maybe it's just a flat spot. These things happen.
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