I know a little thing; it’s how to play the guitar Sometimes it takes me little, sometimes it takes me far I’m as good as some, not as good as most I love that I can play it, but do not like to boast.
My students come to learn to play, They must also practice everyday. They cast their eyes down to the ground, When they play and make an awful sound. Did you practice? I ask of them, As they try to play the piece over again. A few minutes here, a few…
Sitting on the porch, drinking coffee, watching the day go by, the dull sounds of an electric guitar playing the intro to 7 Nation Army. Thinking to myself, “How cool, someone got a bass guitar for Christmas.” Then random notes played on higher strings, “Oh cool, someone got an electric…
He’s a great kid, to me at this age; they’re all kids. He looks at life with a gentle heart. He wants to travel after High School, wants to feel the world. He wants to make a difference. Basura Cat knows my students, a great judge of character. For some…