I have the best time playing music. And my folks saw that. And so they never said, “When are you going to go get a real job?” because I had really put a lot of effort into it long before it was time to move on and go to college and think about something else. I think that’s another reason maybe a lot of young musicians fall by the wayside. They’re not willing to do what I did, which is go out there and play on street corners once in a while to make enough money to pay your rent and be willing to starve. You know, they only want that safety net. They want that cushion. And I never needed it. I don’t feel any different today at 52 than I did at 18. And what’s in the bank account has never changed one ounce of what I loved doing. I’d still be doing it at 52, if I was still playing those same beer joints.