Got it!

I'm home now with my new guitar. It is beautiful. I got a nice little amp to go with. I'm ready to learn how to play the electric guitar now. Annette said, "What are you talking about? You already know how to play the guitar." She's right, of course, I was in a rock band when I first met her. But, I never really learned to play the electric guitar. It's a whole different instrument. Like the difference between a piano and a pipe organ. The notes are the same, but it's just a different instrument. It takes a different set of skills to make it work. I'm looking forward to learning it.

Popular posts from this blog

A warm spring night

Back on the veranda, I sit. Contemplating a June without Science Camp. That's right, Science Camp will be officially called off tomorrow due to lack of attendees. In retrospect, I should have seen it coming. The first few years, we were blessed by two significant factors. One was
Read more

You see, it's like this...

My sister asked me after a recent blog entry, "What's up with you Christians and Evolution anyway? What, God can't do Evolution if he wants to?" (I paraphrased) I don't know. I have talked to all kinds of Christians about this and there are many, many different viewpoints. I'd have to say that most folks that I know are not "bothered" by evolution. That means they don't think about it much or it doesn't collide with their faith or something along those lines. However, I do tend to hang with a few fundamentalists here and there and run across my fair share of Darwin as the Devil stuff. As I stated in an earlier blog entry, I think that I've been prepared to talk to people about this subject. So many times I don't actually offer an opinion of my own. During a discussion one night, a friend was becoming agitated at my line of reasoning and Annette jumped in to say, "He's just playing devil's advocate." The friend respon
Read more

One Cool Cat Checks Out

Image
Maynard Ferguson died Thursday night at the age of 78. I’ve read several good obituaries tonight and I encourage anyone to read them. ( Here’s a list. ) I’m just going to tell you my story of Maynard and me. The year was 1972; I was in 8th grade at Woodward Elementary and I had been playing trumpet for about a year. In those days it was predetermined that you would go off to Cleveland High School which was a mile up the road. That’s what my dad did, that’s what I’d do. Well, during this era up at Cleveland there was a band director named Ed Levinski and he had developed a group of young trumpet players that were simply fantastic. (Many of them went on to become pros.) Well, our family was friends with the family of one of the guys and one night my dad said we’re going up to see a show at Cleveland. A trumpet player named Maynard Ferguson. Of course I’d never heard of him, but I was thrilled to be getting a look at the high school and I was planning on joining the band when I got the
Read more