Honestly, I’ve always wished that I could have made (and still make) my living playing music.  To be in a band.  To be a musician, on the road, in the studio, on stage or in the corner in clubs and bars and dives across the world.   Or, just as a session guy or recording artist, a local residency to play to a roomful of folks every weekend.  I was in a band for a few years.  We played some shows and recorded an album.  I suppose it could have happened.  But it didn’t.  And now I’m left with some fond, if fading memories, and some halfcocked daydreams that surface when I’m bored…OR when I hear certain songs or albums or artists.  And so, we have the wonderful, all-too-short career of Jimmy Lee Lindsey Jr., better known to you and me as punk and garage rock troubadour Jay Reatard.