A Voice Like Sandy Denny's

A Novella: Chapter Two

Feeling utterly defeated regarding my own creative output, I decided to drop by that dopey Greenwich Village bar to listen to the army of pretenders make fools of themselves, that one who only recently began holding open mic nights for fledgling and professional musicians, songwriters, and poets alike. I knew if I watched a group of amateurs who didn’t know how to tune their guitars or sing on key, I’d feel better about myself and I’d stop beating myself up for not being able to come up with something. You know what it’s like to be blocked up. You’ve been there too, countless times. You’ve admitted as much to me on more than one occasion. I went in, grabbed a beer, and took a seat, waited for the circus to begin.