Sometimes I wish I were a musician. I wish I could bestow a deep appreciation of music onto the boys, but then again, they don’t know that daddy only knows 3 chords. So until such time, I’ll keep them rocking out.
Several months ago The Foo Fighters were on Austin City Limits. I recorded the show and watch it from time to time. It brought a tear to my eye, when a few months ago, while watching the show for the umteenth time, The Firstborn came running into the living room and said, “Oh daddy, who’s that?”
I replied, “That, buddy, is The Foo Fighters.”
To which he responded, “Oh I like them.”
He darted to his room and emerged with guitar in hand and said, “I need my pick.”
From that day on, when the stresses of being a toddler get to be too much, The Firstborn asks, “Dad, can we rock out with the Foo Fighters.”
*sniffle sniffle tear*
“Of course we can, son.”
To which he almost always says, “Alright. I need my pick. Stay right there.”
We now have the Subsequent Child in on the act and The Wife wishes we would take this show on the road.
We aren’t very good…yet.
Rock on little ones, rock on.
For more pictures of Band Practice, click here.