Honestly, I don't believe that anyone could have ever straightened me up. I'm not complaining. I haven't even told you the good stories. My mom thought of me as a success and that's good enough for me.
Could I have written what they wanted? Sung on-key? Learned scales on the fretboard? Looks like we'll never know for sure.
Love? I seem to be really good at it as long as I don't drag anyone else into it.