First I was a nobody that nobody ever thought would be a somebody.
Then I became a somebody.
Then I got really depressed when I found out I wasn’t going to be the somebody I wanted to be.
Then in my early college years I was a nobody again.
Then I became a pretty big somebody, but it was in a scene full of really big somebodies, and people who just thought they were somebodies but they weren’t anywhere near the somebody I was.
Then I became an even bigger somebody. And I played with a lot of pretty big somebodies.
Then I became a nobody again. This was when I was in Chik-A-Boom. It didn’t bother me because I figured I might as well spend what was left of my career playing in a cover band and being treated like somebody’s nobody.
For a while I was actually less than a somebody because of my involvement with the Clearwater Festival, which was highly political. A lot of people still think I’m less than a somebody because of my involvement with that. I know this because they avoid me when I’m in a public place with them.
After a long time I got fed up with being a nobody or less and started calling myself a somebody. Some people actually believed me and I became a somebody again.
Then I became a somebody to some people and stayed a nobody to a lot more people.
These days I’m pretty much a nobody who used to be somebody to a lot of people. And who some people are trusting that I might yet be a somebody.
Since my career seems to be nearly over its pretty much a crap shoot of whether it will end with me as any kind of anybody.
But at least I was a somebody. Some people never were and never will be. Though they might think they are or were.