So I've been working on some songs during my downtime from eating, pooping, and drooling. When Mom is in the kitchen I'll throw a couple of songs at her to get some feedback. She tells me that I may be onto something (i.e. some type of musical career). I usually get my musical inspirations from Dad. He'll play the Deftones, Smashing Pumpkins, or the Beastie Boys while he's make a big ol' pot of sauce or whatever. I like most of the stuff Mom and Pops play since I can't help but kick along to the beat. (On a side note: Jessica Simpson makes me C-R-I-N-G-E. Someone please tell Mom to burn that cd.) Pops said I have natural rhythm. Hopefully, I'll get my own drum kit when I'm able to sit up on my own. May be when I'm good enough, John will let me play for his band. Or may be I'll just be a one man show like Bob Dylan. Who knows. All I know is that I dig music and I can't enough of it.
I'm too cool for school.
4 comments:
Or you could play with dad. I think he'd like that.
Dad
Most certainly, Pops. That would totally rawk my sawks!
And your cousin John would always let you fiddle with his drums. Hell, he lets me!
Beth
Well, if John doesn't want me on drums I can always be backup vocals. You should hear me when I have my diaper changed. I'm right on with the pitch.
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