I remember when I used to be good at stuff. More specifically, I remember when my friends used to be good at stuff. One of my best friends was two percent less good than Yzerman and he became a teacher rather than an all time great. He might have made the world a better place than Stevie Y did.
I was close to being good enough to play college basketball. Coaches at universities told me so. But I wanted to lay down with girls rather than run lay-ups. Turned out I did neither.
I’ve written good songs. None have been noticed. Or mattered.
I’ve written good stories. Few have been recognized.
History is littered with the talents of the unrecognized. I would never presume to be one of them but Salierie and Mozart played the same piano. One was a genius and the other was a genius.
I know about nine chords and about a thousand words. But it only takes four chords and fifty words to be important. Today, I vow to find the right fifty words and the right four chords. And then I’ll get back to you.