The Music Man

Dear Readers, if there are any of you left out there, if you have not seen me lately, perhaps the most notable development in my life over the last few months has been an intense love of music.  Especially making music (or pretending to).  A few months back I caught Dad watching a new video of one of his favorite artists, Josh Ritter, where my (Ed. Note: now best) friend Josh plays a shiny brown guitar and sings a song.  And I have not had too much interest in anything else (other than kicking balls, that is still way awesome) since.  We have explored the end result of obsession in a previous post, my very own shiny brown stringed guitar for me to play and sing along with.  But we here at the Corner did not want to neglect the last several months of "rockin out!!!" to which my parents have been subject.  (Ed Note: we don't know how to link to spotify songs in a blog, but if you would like an authentic soundtrack for reviewing this post, please play Josh Ritter's "Kathleen" or Old Crow Medicine Show's "Wagon Wheel", and pretend it is being sung by a two and a half year old who does not know what most of the words mean, but knows most of the words.  Either that or pretend a two and a half year old and a four year old are constantly shouting "ROCKIN OUT" over and over again at the top of their lungs while banging on things.  That works too.  Love you cousin Brendan!!!).

 The piano may not be our most frequent choice, but it probably is the loudest.

 This was our main choice of instrument prior to the arrival of the guitar with strings.  It is a Rock Band Guitar, which of course only has a paddle to strum.  But it is shiny and brown, and plenty good for imagining.

 Had at work on some tracks in the studio.

 We seem to find guitars everywhere we go...

Suffering for our art.