The Jobless Are Urged to Retrain ... in What ... Busking?

I remember seeing all of these stories above bunched together on page 9 of an April 2020 local newspaper, and thought to myself, looks like I'll have to finally learn the guitar while in lock-down, so I can go out busking when I run out of money.
The music store owner said there had been a run-on equipment so people could play their music online, and even a run-on podcast equipment.
Podcasting, that's the modern equivalent of busking, where you beg for passersby to your podcast site to leave a five-star review, or throw in the cash donation of the equivalent of a cup of coffee each month/week to keep the podcast going, because what do you think most podcasters do it for, the love of it?-)
Sounds a lot like blogging to me;-)
I have no ambitions of making a podcast, or ever being the guest on one for that matter.

I do like listening to good free podcasts though, and there are more of them on the net/pod/pad than dollar coins in my net worth of everything I will ever own.

But for the last 30+ years I've been telling myself, gee I think I could write some really profitable songs, if only I knew how to write music, or could play a guitar, or piano.

Tell God your plans?-)

Wouldn't it be great to have a profitable stable of hit songs, and let the royalties just come in?
Even if someone way more talented than I could even be brought in to sing them.

That was the pipe dream that went up in smoke year by year in my mind.

I even bought a beginner's guitar that was on special at the local supermarket a few years back, not to write those dream hit fantasy songs of my youth, but just to tick off that bucket list goal of finally learning to play the guitar.

I think I have taken it out of the box once, strummed it, then put it back in the box and promised myself I'd start tomorrow.
And tomorrow hasn't come yet.

I even bought an electric piano from the same store a week or two later, and it never even got taken out of its box.

It rests among the Christmas tree decorations in another cupboard, waiting for the Christmas that I decide to take it out of the box:-)

I even have a set of bongos, which I do like to pretend I can play, and convince myself that I'm not bad for someone with no musical talent, so far that is.

But the truth is that apart from torturing the neighbours with my very occasional bongo playing, I'm probably never going to motivate myself enough to learn the guitar, or piano.

I have no urge to play them, no matter how many sealed music books I have bought over the years to urge me to.

Forget my Spanish CDs I think too, it's probably no way, José, Soy muy vago?

As for retraining for a Covid 19/future pandemic proof profession, Que me jodan si lo sé.

Coronavirus pandemic job lossesl

Is it a coincidence that the Australian welfare office has the logo of a corona around the Commonwealth Star? 

I wonder if it's too late in life for me to win some prestigious art contests?-)

I should probably 'Think Small' when it comes to money and art, at least at first, anyway -
Better Than Yesterday Dr. Mark Cross?

Salavat Fidai's art

Andre Levy

Heads or Tails?-)

Nobody wants coins in times of corona-virus anyway, right?-)

Lorraine Loots Hoots?-)

Hermit Crabs?

Living hermit crabs sounds so 2020 to me, don't you think?-)

Skull Jewelry Carved From
Pearls by Shinji Nakaba

JOE FIG (F#ck I'm Good?-)

Who ordered the diet Coke?-)

Hoang Tran

I think that I should learn to colour-in first:-)

Maybe I should just follow my heart when it comes to what I should do in life?

There is probably no more a rewarding art than following your own heart when it comes to your life and life's work.

You can't teach an old dog new tricks, as they say.