This is the blog that I log when I get a minute at the end of the day to rap and reflect on life as a husband, father of three boys, and striving musician.
Monday, September 23, 2013
The BaaBaa Boogie
I remember around five or six years old, dads steel strings were still too brutal on the fingers so a tennis racket or raft paddle would do the trick. I just needed to rock so I would play that tennis racket like Jimi at Woodstock. These two are on different level!
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