COLOR ME JEALOUS

I missed out on art and music. Not that we didn't have them in grade school: I just wasn't too advanced in either. I've always appreciated them
but I wanted to be able to produce rather than spectate.

My turkeys and Columbus ships and Valentine hearts always looked ok, but nothing to brag about. My singing got me into grade school chorus, but not the school operetta or any solos.

Musical instruments never made it to my home. I liked the flutophones we used to play in music class, but I don't think I could distinguish much between an f sharp and g. In fact, I never could tell much of a difference between a half and quarter note.

So I've been destined to an appreciator of the arts. I still don't understand a lot of what they call art. I still don't know why most classical musical seems depressing to me. And I sure can't understand today's current music.