Hello. My name is Mart, and I'm a folk musician. I blame Tom Rush for my fall from grace. There was a record sale at a big music store in Montreal where I grew up, and they were clearing out folk stuff. Oscar Brand, Limeliters, you name it. One dollar each. I was only thirteen. Just a kid, really.What did I know? I had five dollars to spend, and I bought an Oscar Brand, a Mark Spoelstra,a Mark Hamilton, a John Caraway, and last but not least, a Tom Rush album. You know, the one with him standing on a hill overlooking a railroad yard, and lighting up a cigarette, wearing a fringed suede jacket and a pair of suede cowboy boots, with his trusty guitar at his side. That was it. My destiny was clear. I knew what I had to do. My life changed completely, and from that moment on, I lived to look like that picture. To feel like that picture. To be that picture. I know, I know. Drugs or alcohol would have been cheaper. I've tried to stop. Really, I have. I even bought some Nirvana tapes. It's no use, though. My closet is full of acoustic instruments. I wait till everybody's asleep and I stare for hours at Singout reprints. I know all the words to Alice's Restaurant!!! It's too late for me, but if you know someone in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation and if you're in a similar situation, all you gotta do is go to the shrink wherever you are, and say, shrink:..."sing with me now. It's easy. The words go just like this." He he he!!! Stop me before I sing again!!! ;-)