El Mariachi
I'm sitting here checking my email (or more like, sitting here waiting for a couple of important emails to magically appear in any one of my three hundred email addresses), when my mom comes into the room holding my little 18 month old cousin. Hes a cute kid, and more fun than waiting for emails, so I play with him for a little. He runs into my room, and starts plucking at my guitar.
"Ok," I say, "so you wanna be a guitarist, huh? I'll show you how a real guitarist plays, boy."
Pick up my guitar, which is an acoustic, and try to think of something to play. How can I get his attention, what should I play that will interest him? Hes 18 months old, he should be transfixed no matter what I play...in his eyes, I ought to be a guitar god!
So I start with some basic strumming, which isnt gettng much of a reaction, hes kinda looking at his feet. I try a bunch of stuff, different chords and what not, and hes getting a little more interested. Rock? Lets try some rock...how about some Sweet Child O' Mine? So I play that as best as I can on an acoustic guitar, and now hes interested. Hes watching my right hand motoring away. Oh yeah, you're gonna be a fine guitarist one day, kid. I can see it in your eyes...and he reaches out. Takes my plectrum from between my fingers. Puts it in his mouth.
Maybe I should go wait for that email.
Posted by illogicist at 12:20 AM
2 Comments
haha!!
& I was waiting for you to play something! :(
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