One day, following our summer cruise to the Bahamas, I was reminded of this, and now I am beginning to wonder whether I, too, have "matured. There was a time, not all that long ago, when I was capable of being loud and-to those with less passion for music-obnoxious. You see, I suffered from what musicians refer to in the trade as "alcohol ear". In my case guitars and liquor simply don't blend well and tend to result in "performances". Since my fans insist that my ability with the instrument can only be appreciated with a bottle in hand, who's to argue? As for my schtick, I like to sing loud country songs about Momma, pickup trucks and dogs.