Sent this out to the guys in the surf music band I've been rehearsing with:
"Ever have a sleepless night? I never did, until last night, when I realized that I have become older guy in rock'n'roll. Monday I played Hotel California for two hours straight, and I still couldn't get my head around the arrangement. I'm in rehearsal with you guys, I have charts in front of me, and I'm still messing up. I gotta face facts: I do not have the strength, or the speed, or sufficient memory capacity to play this music. I suppose it had to happen sooner or later. I'm 74 years old, and whatever it was that I had as a player I just don't have anymore. I do not want to play in front of an audience with a music stand with charts I keep losing my place in. Peter, Mike, Mark: I have nothing but admiration for your talents. You guys can really play. You need somebody who can keep up. I'm tired of beating myself up for not being able to deliver the music. And I feel guilty as hell for pulling a stunt like this, after all this work we've done, but I see no alternative.
I'll be at rehearsal tomorrow to pick up my stuff."
I showed up, and for whatever reason brought my bass. The four of us sat in the kitchen for a few minutes. The keyboard player began with "I sort of see where you're coming from." The guitar player said, "You brought your bass. You want to play? Look, you know these songs. Don't look at the charts. Just relax and play them the way you want to play them."
And I did. And it was fun again. And I'm sticking.