There are times, usually late at night and in the wee hours, when Guitar Dad's home is eerily quiet. No pitter-patter of little feet. No swinging Star Wars light sabers. No Dora the Explorer or Wow Wow Wubbzy on the tube. Just good old-fashioned peace and quiet.
While I appreciate such tranquility, I've decided I much prefer the noisy, unruly and sometimes belligerent atmosphere of a house full of kid-centric mayhem. This realization became clear to me this morning when, after a good hour of hushed conversation with my beautiful wife, my son and daughter emerged from slumber and proceeded to quickly wrestle all discussion away from mom and dad.
We couldn't get a word in edgewise. These little people are complete chatterboxes. They just can't stop yapping. And I can't stop feeling extremely lucky for it.
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So it has come to light that the performance of Yo-Yo Ma and other notable maestros at the presidential inauguration was something akin to lip-syncing. Today marks the official beginning of what many hope is a huge step forward for America. Regardless of your political leanings, there's no denying that Barack Obama is a strong, charismatic leader, maybe just the leader we need for these troubling times. With great excitement, I look forward to seeing the results of the strategies of our new commander in chief. Godspeed, Mr. President. I usually don't use this space to complain. But I'm fed up with seeing drivers swerve, unexpectedly slow down and otherwise drive erratically because – you guessed it – they're texting their friends or monitoring their BlackBerries or iPhones. This is ridiculous. On my 20-minute drive home from the office the other day, I saw not one, not two, but three motorists driving dangerously because they were distracted by their electronic gadgets. If someone crashes into my car because of the aforementioned actions, I will start punching. Seriously. So long as we're not gravely injured because of their stupidity. For as long as I can remember, I've been keenly aware of the heavens. At night, I gaze skyward to inspect the moon and stars and ponder the mighty universe. Lately, though, I've been downright mesmerized by the constructs of space, as my son and I eagerly devour an especially good (and well illustrated) astronomy book, one chapter each night. I walked outside my office today at lunchtime and felt a sudden chill in the air, the result of a fast-moving cold front. Without a jacket, I moved briskly to my car and actually turned on the heat for the short drive to Quiznos. Regardless of your musical taste, you've got to acknowledge the monumental talent of Danny Gatton (1945-1994), a relatively unknown guitarist's guitarist who possessed otherworldly six-string chops. The video below is the introduction to one of Danny's instructional tapes and nicely showcases his masterful abilities and tasty Fender Telecaster tone. |
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