Guitar king

My nephew Trevor just got an electric guitar and is learning how to play it. He's had one lesson so far. While I was up at Mama and Daddy's for Mama's Day, Trevor had set his guitar and amp up in the basement -- right in the midst of Mama's reorganization pile.

Mama keeps threatening just to throw everything away if her sons don't come get it, but that won't happen. She goes down in the basement to start sorting and always ends up looking through everything, reading old cards, remembering what this or that was from, and then saving it all again.

Anyway, back to Trevor and his guitar. So Trevor comes up with the bright idea of pretending to play a song while I make a video of him doing it. Then I'm supposed to become his co-conspirator in fraud by dubbing music over his fake playing of the song. Milli Vanilli ruined the music biz.

So here's Trevor and his new guitar ....




Trevor told me he will have a band and they will be playing songs within two years. He was emphatic about the time. He said he knows the other people he's going to have in his band. They just don't have instruments yet.

Oh to be young again and full of dreams.

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
– by Langston Hughes