07/20/2017
There once was a band that couldn't play for s**t. They convinced themselves they had come up with a real hit. The music was bad, so much that it made people mad, it annoyed even the best the worst ever had.
They went out on the road, hauling their load, trying their best to outplay the rest, all they ever found was that no one around could listen very long to their terrible song, the rest of the nation couldn't believe this regurgitation they were banned by every radio station while insisting they were the next big thing since learning how to sing.
As time went by, they made people cry for the end of their hell, it never occurred that they can't even play 3 chords that would gel. Bars and clubs owners wouldn't even give them a try, they often locked up when the band came by to peddle their metal to the masses, found themselves out on their asses.
They can still be found playing around, to less than captive crowds looking to the clouds as they hit the door running from an ear shattering humming that stayed in their heads as the worst they could dread became the hit record no one ever said could be possible at least until they were all dead.
The only thing popular about this awful sounding debacle was their unending determination to abuse the entire nation with such an unrealistic altercation with an unintended flirtation that somehow found its place being played at the department of sanitation to keep a lid on the infestation of larva and other vile crustacean.
Be that as it may, sometimes, it just happens that way. You set out with a goal, end up in a hole while the audience you never wanted adores the musical abortion that created contortions beyond anyone's abortion.
So, even if you suck, you're still in luck, while no one may like what you do, even if they really know you, there's still a chance, flying by the seat of your pants, you could be a star to a species less than you are.
So fear not beginners, you might just be winners to those who respond even if it floats in a pond.