by Gom Jabbar
I grew up
listening to rap music, but even before that I listened to the voices
in my head that echoed noises around me and turned them to song. I hadn't
the patience required to learn a musical instrument because I wanted to
start at the top and be able to play them all, now. I remember my grandfather
telling me a joke about a drunk who stumbled into a symphonic concert,
looked at the conductor and said, "I can do that. It's the easiest
job in the world." Then my grandfather would encourage me to laugh
at the ignorance of that drunk. It wasn't easy, trying to laugh at myself.
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