Here's a tune about something I used to do.  I was a jazz musician.  I played until it became impractical.  And it wasn't because of COVID.  The jazz scene here petered out years before.  One week, we were playing gigs; the next, there were no gigs.  I've moved on, but I do miss those days.  Much of this song is about begging for gigs and my frustration with pleading my case.  It was heartbreaking, but inevitable.  Jazz is an art form, meaning that it has ceased to evolve, except around the fringes.  It's no longer the vital, exuberant, wonderful music that I tried to make.  God knows what it'll be once everything reopens.  I guessing that it might be even less satisfying: more pointless virtuosity, more repetitious, less human.  We'll see.