I spent summer of 1979 in Belgium. There was a girl involved, and I talk about that a bit on this week’s program. Mostly, I share the story of my conversation with Derroll Adams, a singer/songwriter from Oregon who was immensely popular in Europe.

I ran into Derroll backstage before one of his big-tent concerts. We gabbed for 15 minutes or so. As he prepared to walk out onstage, Derroll told me he was sick and tired of performing. I gave him some impromptu advice, which in retrospect, I’m glad he didn’t take. (See what you think of my advice, offered at around the 9-minute mark.) Continue Reading →