As a young kid, with my strong creative urge desperately seeking an outlet, I tried to learn to play the accordion, clarinet, and guitar but failed miserably at all three. Got the skin of my upper thigh caught in the bellows of the accordion during my first lesson. The purple bruise lasted ten days and hurt like hell. Anyway, the thing had 120 buttons just for the left hand. I didn't stand a chance, can't even get an
Thinking music was still the way to channel my creative energy, I took singing lessons. Big mistake. I should have known. I could never tune my guitar. The singing instructor said I have nice hands and suggested I try pottery. She was very polite, but pottery turned out to be too gooey for me.
I tried ballet. After all, I could jump really high, and I liked the sound of some of the terms like grand-jete and pirouette, but the teacher said I sucked, and it was true. In the end, I guess I write because I can't sing or dance or play music.
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