There is no shortage of talented folk on this planet.
I laugh when people claim so-and-so is the be-all, end-all of ... (fill in the blank).
Singers ... drummers ... pipe fitters ... surgeons ... actors ... whatever.
It's like my dad. If it isn't Frank Sinatra or Barb Streisand, he doesn't think the person can sing worth a damn. He has no ability to hear beyond his own little closed-quarters world. Or contemplate that thousands can sing just as well.
