Someone once asked me how was it that I decided to become a designer.
Well, to be honest, there just wasn't anything else I was good at.
When I was growing up parents did not want to believe their children were talentless fools. They searched and prodded their child's brain to find at least one flicker of something resembling brilliance in any professional field such as arts, sports, science and so on.
It really was my own fault. I too was wrapped up in this idea, and I was sure I was a genius in waiting, or hiding, or whatever. I was convinced I was the real deal!
And thus started my misadventures in arts, sports and other thingies.

When I was in elementary school I saw this beautiful violin player on TV. So my parents got me a violin.


I thought I was really good. The same way that Jack Benny thought he was good.
(he actually was really good, but what comedy would come of that?)
So I insisted on a teacher.

My teacher wasn't like Jack Benny's Professor Leblanc. (voiced by Mel Blanc- aka Bugs Bunny and 999 other toons) Look it up.
My teacher was too sensitive to my virtuoso sound.


I literally blew her mind.
Well, okay, not literally.

So the violin was not for me. How about piano?

I thought I was doing rather well. Even if my piano teacher didn't.
I was in the moment, I felt the spirit of Beethoven, Mozart and Chopin move me!
I could feel the music running through my veins and ....


...and then running away.



Apparently I was not musically inclined, and before my dad could buy me yet another instrument to torture, my mother signed me up for chorus.

Let's just say, I couldn't hit a right note if it stared me in the face.



But one good thing did come out of this whole search for musical genius.
I now have absolutely no inhibitions when I sing.


In the Shower.


Stay tuned to the part two of the search for genius designer. Coming soon.