Yeah, sure...

But how about when you turn 80?

Much respect, a true talent.
Hope my fingers still work IF I'm ever his age, heck... I'll be happy if I still have fingers at that point.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Well, the way things are going, I figure by the time we're his age... leprosy may be back in town.

(10-20-2015, 12:01 AM)JayRodney Wrote:  Well, the way things are going, I figure by the time we're his age... leprosy may be back in town.

Now with rabies

But hell yeah, the old man still has it. Bob still has Wood.

Urp
and the wind falls down

And the wind cries

I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP!

ROCK ON, GRANDPA!

(10-19-2015, 11:58 PM)Octo Wrote:  What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Electric guitar is definitely one of the things i wished i started learning when i was really young but i didnt exactly have rock and rollers for parents...

Nor did I have rockers as parents. I had to buy my own crappy Japanese electric guitar and sat and played with the headstock against the dresser as an amplifier.
It had the equivalent of piano strings on it and I was like... Damn how does Jimmy Page and Ace Frehley bend these sumbitches?
I also had to teach myself how to play. They were reluctant to buy me one 'cause
They said I wouldn't stick with it...
Six months later they finally bought me a cheap Les Paul copy and an amp and bam, I was down the street smokin' bong and playing Black Sabbath.

"Get a haircut! Find a real job!!!"

Funny, how the tone changed, as soon as we scored a radio hit
and I made some mon€y.

Kind of a little proud that I got it done, despite the relentless
resistance and belittling bestowed on me by the parents.

But I can't help but wonder sometimes...how would I have fared
if Mom and Dad (the gods rest his soul) had been just a wee bit
supportive instead.

Brought one good thing with it, though:
I think I managed to not repeat that bullcrap upon my own children.
Always support their natural talents and dreams!

(10-20-2015, 10:36 AM)JayRodney Wrote:  Nor did I have rockers as parents. I had to buy my own crappy Japanese electric guitar and sat and played with the headstock against the dresser as an amplifier.
It had the equivalent of piano strings on it and I was like... Damn how does Jimmy Page and Ace Frehley bend these sumbitches?
I also had to teach myself how to play. They were reluctant to buy me one 'cause
They said I wouldn't stick with it...
Six months later they finally bought me a cheap Les Paul copy and an amp and bam, I was down the street smokin' bong and playing Black Sabbath.

I got the same crap from my mom. (Absentee dad.) But we lived 18 miles from town and when I earned money every summer working on local farms the money was used to buy school clothes. I never did learn to play.

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