all downhill from here

I woodshedded a bit, played a lot of gigs, supported the ever-growing family the best I could as a musician. Then lo, lucked into a business which made use of my music skills and in which I learned more music skills, more people skills, and the art of scoring to picture. Other stuff too. Built a team to do more work than I could do alone. Great team. Great feeling. Great run.
Now I'm rich and can kick back and let the kids do their thing. Pat 'em on the back. Every so often they call me in when they need a heavy hit of some sort. NO! It's all lies. Not rich, not trusted by my "team." Can't hit at all anymore. I've been doing $50 club gigs, writing songs I hope will make somebody love me (which fail usually -- and love is over-rated), and alienating every living thing in my path. All that was before this recession thingy. Now what?
All downhill from here. Can't wait. But mostly, that's what I do.
Although I did learn a fiddle tune this evening. Hell amongst the Yearlings. Got a version from Dale Morris, bless him, and iTunes had Benny T and the wild Clark Kessinger.
There's the big bucks. Contest fiddlin.
Tune of Choice. ? She'll be wearin red pajamas when she comes, scratch, scratch.