I wish I had a picture to show – but we’ll have to do with 1000 words (or less) instead.
He’d eaten breakfast and played on the computer. He was dressed and ready for school, except for his shoes and socks, and his sister was finally emerging from her room. He went upstairs and closed the door, Club Penguin forgotten for now.
Soon I heard strains of “Bad Moon Rising” coming from his amp as he practiced the new song his guitar teacher introduced to him.
The song was very recognizable (always a plus when played by an eight year old.) He wasn’t singing his new lyrics “I see a baboon rising”, but he had belted them out in the shower last night.
After making sure his sister was eating her breakfast I went into his room. I wanted to tell him how wonderful it sounded and to get his glasses so I could put them in his backpack for school. I walked into his room, and rounded the dresser, which in its new spot blocks immediate view of what’s going on.
And there he stood, electric guitar in hand, amp plugged in, one bare foot resting on the amp as he played. On his head was the plastic top hat that came with his magic set. On his face dark ‘blues brothers’ sun glasses.
He’s just absolutely too cool to be only eight years old.
8 comments:
So cute! How soon til we get YouTube footage?
You're doing great with your slices. :) And here you didn't think you would be in daily... Glad you're in.
Quite cool! Nurture that musical talent.
We have this picture of our first son back when he was four or so and we were on vacation in Maine. He is sitting on the porch of a cabin, with big sunglasses on and he is blowing on his harmonica. His head was moving back and forth like the blues were deep in his little soul.
Your story brought that memory back to the surface.
So, thanks.
Kevin
Fun! So glad that you recorded it in words.
How excellent! Because of course it's not enough to just play and sing ... there have to be stage props!
How funny! I think Dan Akroyd and John Belushi would have been proud!
God Bless,
Jane
Love this image.
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