Don't get me wrong, I still listen to CD's in the car and stuff, but I gave away the last of my guitars and amps last year to some neighbor kids who wanted to start a thrash band. My great looking Jim Morrison leather pants don't even come close to fitting anymore anyway. I watch the business people and rockers eat their dinners as intriguing personal revelations mingle in the air with the smell of cappuccino. It's been a nice evening. My client and I are nostalgic and half drunk.
Times are different now.
Today, it's much more enjoyable to have a good traveling companion and a steady source of business income. We clink our glasses together, toasting a grand old hotel and the many unfulfilled dreams it houses tonight. A few minutes later we leave sleepy and somewhat befuddled to find our separate rooms.