Last night I played the Wild Wing Cafe in Suwanee with the Yacht Rock Schooner (the B band to the Yacht Rock Revue). It's a strange feeling getting dressed for a Yacht Rock gig at home. I have become "that guy" when I put on those clothes; it's weird to put on my clothes and walk through through the house. I pulled up to the Wild Wing across town--in a shopping center with a Wal Mart and a Dollar Tree, and I couldn't help but think that I was going to kick everybody's ass--in the band, in the audience, in Suwanee. The environment definitely challenged me. I was playing with a big chip on my shoulder. The band played pretty well. Some things, Peg , for instance, really grooved. I think they're still trying to find bedrock on some of the other tunes. I can't remember what it felt like when we started out, so I can't say that we didn't have the same struggles. We've reached a point, musically, where we have our identity, and I don...