We didn’t start singing and playing guitar while still in the womb, we haven’t been hailed as the new Dylan’s and we aren’t American Idol friendly. We’re a couple of empty-nester baby-boomer back-porch songwriters turned street performers turned full-time touring musicians. We don’t chase radio hits, we don’t write for others, we don’t wear fish bowls on our heads. We write songs, we perform them, we laugh as much as possible. We travel with a small beagle and a large cappuccino maker.

Our graphics designer asked us if we wanted a CD cover that would please our audience, or please us. We said us. He seemed distraught. We understand. We love him anyway.

Our radio promoter warned us that putting electric guitar and saxophone on the new CD would alienate some folk radio hosts. We felt that each song should be produced how we heard it when we wrote it. He was delighted. We love him.

Worst case for us is we die having written ...