After watching the season opening of American Idol, it has occurred to me that my aspirations to write could come from people blowing smoke up my bottom and not necessarily from true, raw talent. I have no doubt there are contestants who arrive at the audition because they lost a bet, have been hired by a radio station or are being initiated into a fraternity. To those people, I salute you. If you are willing to wait in the rain, in a stadium, waste at least a full day and humiliate yourself on national television then I wish you a lifetime of happiness. It’s to those people whose parents, friends, spouses and children have convinced them they have a real chance at a music career when in fact they really should take Simon Cowell’s advice and stick to welding, that I fear I may one day be lumped in with.