To My Fellow Soupers

I gratefully appreciate the outpouring of support re. my poem "Just A Few More Words"....about my being dumped from my band. Goes to show you, musicians, flakey and, most of the time, the better ones so enamoured with their over-rated, self esteem, can be very hard to deal with. Most live in a fantasy world, fueled by marajuana, and such, each feeling he'll be the next Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, or B.B. King. The egotistical, childish conflicts that arise never cease to amaze me. I choose to look at this as an opportunity to procede down my own path. My God, way back in 1971/1972 I was the lead instrument in an organ/ bass & vocal and drum group- a Keyboard version of "Cream", with my 2 cousins, and we achieved significant local (Long Island, N.Y.) success and fame- see poem 'The Big Day" I am no stranger to failure, nor success. But, perhaps the biggest success I can ever claim, would be my hooking up with all my poetrysoup buddies. It's a house of mutual respect, support, and a bottomless pool of extraordinary talent and insight. There are no dummies here, that we all know- all of those are at **** sights, or other worthless endeavours. So, just let me say, thanks, good buddies, you are the best family I have ever had. And, when I get my new band cooking, I'd play at any affair, for any soupmate, for merely the expense of travel and lodging, and, given enough prior advance notice, will write customized songs or music, for such occassions, and you also get my stand-up comedy act as a bonus. So, thanks, guys, this family is MY FAMILY!!!! tom