Well, it looks like the title gives away a long held secret of mine. However, it is not what you think and has everything to do with its opposite, the state of being ordinary. Now, there is a word that bothers the hell out of me. We are in this gumbo of life together...
I can’t sing. I can’t dance. I hated my piano lessons. I love music. I remember sitting on the front steps of my house at 69-30 179th street in Queens, NY. A palm size, turquoise transistor radio magically broadcasting the most important sounds I had ever heard...
