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A perfect song about  a person with a scary Elephant in the room inside their head erupting once their wound up and ready to rampage. But then again I see the side that stays hidden a volcano that can't quiet erupt. Is that a pressure cooker about to  explode or one about to gently let out its steam.????????? A gem of a song  be interested to hear what comes next Beamer. So far the first ten minutes writing it have been used well.

Jim I must say that you are not only an excellent songwriter you are also a true humanitarian that shares his talents.     If you get a chance check out online a short poem by  New Zealand writer Joy Cowley "The Bridge" I think  it something you can relate to and possibly even get your students to have a look at..

Good one Brian your words put us inside how it felt for you to be in the spotlight for the first time.
Phill reading your excellent words above  made me think of what my mum said to me after me doing a party song on a karaoke at her village.
"Your no Elvis Presley thank God most the people here are deaf."  Not  sure if her words took the wind out  of my sails or kept my feet on the ground.

Kia ora Piri (Phill )
The long version of your name in Kiwi Maori is  Pirihi. Girls called Phillipa are named Piripia or Piri for short.
Cheers
Pedr     

Hallelujah Zurf that is good news.     

Jim on a lighter note about marriage breakups  a car dealer here in Wellington use to have a big sign up at the front of his yard that read  " My wife left me and ran of with my best friend and I really do miss him".

Zurf and Mojo, I am sorry to hear about the tough time  your sisters are going through.     

Shwmae Phill
I have read that if manufacturers succeed in driving down current sky-high production costs, you may soon see lab-grown meat not just in fancy restaurants, but on grocery store shelves, too. Some scientists expect  that lab meat will be in the supermarket within two to five years, and could be as inexpensive  or cheaper than conventional meat in a decade. Does this mean all our  farm animals will end up becoming extinct due to a lack of money to keep them healthy and happy on a farm.? Maybe it could be a good thing if they could grow lab fish so that over fished fish stocks in the ocean could rebuild their numbers. Not sure where this is taking us the high tech world. If you have robots and labs growing and distributing all this stuff what happens to the human worker? I don’t use the self check outs in the supermarkets as I like the idea of a human in paid work doing it for me. Many of my neighbours around here don’t even go to the supermarket they shop online. Me I like to be surrounded by what I am buying but I must admit I enjoy getting out of the supermarket and getting our food home. My Maree can spend all day looking around shops where as I like to get in and out of a shop without too much hanging around.   Though I mentioned meat as being inexpensive above, here in New Zealand it is actually expensive. We pay more for our meat locally than the people overseas pay for the same product. Why that is I am not sure something to do with we need to export more than we import and overseas money has a better value in the exchange rate. Phill your mention of cockles  reminded me of my dad and his parents when I was a kid singing at parties.
In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

Cheers Jim and Phill.  I like your sense of humour Jim.    Here is another freestyle answer attempt. Hopefully Brian  will add some of his own witty bits when he reads this and Phill’s previous clever bits. Open to any other freestylers out there also who want to write something about first time up.
All this innuendo.
Not really casting aspersions.
Or here to create a diversion.
On Easy Beats  first poetry night.
Milking words to fill  this page with lines.
Most probably wasting mine and others time.
My imagined implications.
A fantasy about those caught in his spell.
While he delivered spoken  moments about his heaven and hell.
All his words drawn from a deep well.
Gaining respect good venerations from a room  filled with different  generations.
People thinking they have nothing in common  hearing and absorbing his words.
Here in New Zealand we have more flocks than herds.
We wear sheepish grins.
As we observe others sins.
While hiding ours in rubbish bins.
Young leaders trying to rise above the din.
Look to us in the hope we don’t throw them under the bus.
Seem to think  its great to swear and cuss.
Some of our very normal ways to others completely absurd.
On this his first performance poetic date.
Nervous about how he would rate .
Easy Beat our mate  wasn’t acting like a bull at a gate.
He didn’t say, “flock this or flock that”.
He used good words easy to understand and easy to relate.
Idolization of many woman for the man in the spot light.
Yeah right.
He would say,” obvious you weren’t there on the night”.
If you heard these new stories of his opening night.
The  man at the  centre of this story.
Would wonder how  all this imagination took flight.
In a cynical Kiwi way he would say.
“Yeah right.”
Groupies still exist. 
To chase me into the night.
“Yeah right.”
No longer a virgin performer after that night.
“Yeah right.”
One thing for sure he did well on his first night.

Good one Phill your post  got my imagination going.  A picture appeared in my head of an audience of little old ladies with their theatre binoculars trying to see my funny bits.     

Thank you Jim there is an old proverb that  goes something like this, “A fish caught in the net starts to think.” I am sure Brian’s net made of words would have got the audience thinking.
Good health to you and your family.