Don't remember where I heard it, but the conversation wasn't directed at me. I must have been sitting somewhere among a whole group of people when I overheard a mom telling someone else about her boy, how he was really into his own music, how he was in three or four bands and had already produced his own CDs, how he was going to make music his career, wanted to be a singer/songwriter.
Sure, I thought. He and a half million others. Maybe more.
"That's all he lives for these days," she was saying, or something to that effect. She was proud of him, and I was cynical.