My Dad got this record on a 78 and as a child listening to it, I was captivated by that talking piano I 'believed' it to be true - so much so, I couldn't wait to get me hands on a piano Eventually I did and sat there gliding me fingers over the keys expecting a rhapsody to emerge from me fingers. It didn't - I tried for days and only a noise emerged What a let down ! This was the result after many years of trying ......................... I tried to play the piano - with one hand I was good But the other wouldn't folla - and do the things it should I tried to play the guitar - I cut me nails real short I studied all the chords - in the lesson book I bought And even though me fingers hurt - I kept on with each chord The agony of pain and sound - sent me nearly bald But still I wasn't beaten - which shows I must be keen But what do I end up with ............... A bloomin' tambourine
I wanted to be a musician like all my friends back in the day, but that takes talent. I couldn't even be a sound man; no one had an amp back then. But then I wanted to be other things, too.
Well I did alright - wrote around 100 songs and 'managed' to record a lot of them on the keyboard - with a little help from my Sparky