It’s getting worse as he gets older.
The music doesn’t come as easily as it used to. It’s become more of a struggle.
Nor does the music have the same bite it did back then.
Its tough watching some of your contemporaries continue to succeed, while new heroes rise up.
Doubts creep in, confidence is low, and motivation is dwindling.
He’s tired of the old music and desperately wants new relevance.
The reality of a barren future is sinking in.
Regretting the split with Lorraine, missing his daughter now that she's grown up and gone.
It gets harder to wake up in the morning, the ash tray near bedside filled with cigarette butts.
What shall I do today to make a difference?
What he fails to remember is that many of us also struggle to hold onto what is slippping away between our fingers.