Mid-November, 2016
I suppose one of the points of this blog is to share music with my daughter. I mean, I did title it Daddy Plays Bass and all, so this shouldn't come as any surprise to anyone, but then this happened:
You have to understand, she's playing a dog guitar (look close). She can press on any of 8 buttons that run C to C (and the C chords are identical sounding, so it's not high to low or anything special -- it's just chords). But she does a pretty damn good job of playing along, even though I'm too loud to let her be heard. So I got quieter:
I suppose one of the points of this blog is to share music with my daughter. I mean, I did title it Daddy Plays Bass and all, so this shouldn't come as any surprise to anyone, but then this happened:
You have to understand, she's playing a dog guitar (look close). She can press on any of 8 buttons that run C to C (and the C chords are identical sounding, so it's not high to low or anything special -- it's just chords). But she does a pretty damn good job of playing along, even though I'm too loud to let her be heard. So I got quieter:
So there she is, playing along with me, asking questions, and becoming a musical creature. I'd say this is a parenting win at this point. Life is fun, and kids keep you honest. Be good out there world.
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