The jealousy looms into the creativity.Practising your instruments, writing songs that make you feel like Neil Armstrong conquering the lunar landscape and pushing out the light.Then you see some glad handed hack in an online mag putting down your act and you see red………………..

You forget.Sometimes the Sparticus Ben Hur feeling makes you slip into a deep coma of complacency.You think you’ve found the Jason’s Fleece recipe for making high art and it’ll slip off your fingers……….