Friday, February 24, 2017
I love music... any kind of music. My children like music but they do not know how to enjoy it. At a concert they just sit and listen. Most of my nieces and nephews are the same as my children. No fun.
My youngest sister had a second son. From the beginning I could tell he would enjoy the music. He could not even sit up by himself but he could bop around in time to the music.
As he got older he spent a lot of time listening to music. He was not even in school yet when he began playing air guitar. Jimi Hendrix had nothing on my nephew.
He would play his air guitar down low, up high, and even behind his head. He danced all around the room as he did so.
Everybody would just leave the room when he got started. Everybody except me. We had some great jam sessions.
My nephew would hand me a couple of pencils so I could play air drums. We would turn the music up and have a time.
He liked Tie Your Mother Down, I Got My Mind Set On You, and Old Time Rock and Roll. We sang along using our marvelous singing voices. It was such fun.
Now he is grown with two little girls. I certainly hope he still plays air guitar with them.