...and learn how to play guitar!
That's what we're doing, me and BabyGirl. SHhhh, don't tell her; it's a christmas thing. I'm finding her a good but inexpensive requinto guitar or mandolin (has to be symmetrical, cause we'll need to flip it and restring it; she's a lefty) and I'm finding me a good but inexpensive standard acoustic (has to be magical; I can't play a doorbell).
She's got her music on lately, and I feel I should feed the creativity. It's something we can do together and separate. That damn television is taking over lately and I'd like to break us both free from Alex Trebeck, Elmo, and Mark Harmon. I also would love to be able to not be annoying on a guitar but play along in the fun zone. Will I be the second Junior Brown? No, but I will certainly try. If I'm lucky, I'll get just good enough to at least annoy folks with blues scales and power chords.
Let's see: desire? check! influences? check! time & energy? uh, check. skill? not yet.
And BabyGirl? Well, she's a clever one and enjoys experimenting on the piano and anything else musical in the house. She started adapting this little kid's toy/songbook which has a keyboard and microphone into a morphed synthesizer with beat box; I was blown away; then I grabbed it out of her hands and started BeastieBoyin' the thing around the house: "whatchya whatchya, whatchya want, weee whu wuaywowow whuu whu wyaa wa whu..." She wasn't impressed.
Will she be the next Junior Brown? No, she'll do better. That's not blasphemy is it?
