ABOUT

“How Talentless”

This is how I was once referred to when I was growing up, I was watching a mate’s band play in an old mans pub in the shopping centre.  The bass player  said this to me after he asked if I played any instruments and I replied I didn’t.   At the time I didn’t even question the irony of a bass player calling me talentless, but it’s prayed on my mind on occasional intervals in my life, mainly when I am surrounded by actual talented individuals living out their creative desires.

Truth is I have never had any real inclination to be creative since I left school, I was creative back then, excelling in art as well as the core subjects but never enough to get off my arse and actually carry something through.  I can’t write and perform great songs like my friends in bands (more to come of them at a later date no doubt) I don’t have the ideas seeping out of my orifices or the skills to write great prose like another of my friends.

I tried guitar once but I have stumpy fingers and couldn’t even manage the simplest of chords, I tried picking up the paintbrush after many years since leaving school but found I had forgotten how to draw, who would have thought that possible, not like riding a bike then (although I have learnt to ride a bike in my late twenties)

Maybe by my writing this may help a trickle of creative juice seep out, but more than that, I’ve just bought a new laptop so I need to justify the expenditure by actually using it for something.