I am outraged by these pictures

I've shown you what happens when I get out the camera and Bry-D is playing guitar.

 

Guess what he does when Eliz has the camera?

 

He does super awesome poses!  Absolutely appalling!

 Really? Seriously?  I beg, and plead, and threaten and cry, and all I get is one eyeball.  She walks up and he's Mr.GQ.

I guess we know who's in charge of that relationship.  Hmph.  I can take comfort in the fact that at least I have these pictures.  Even if I didn't take them.

Carrying on a family tradition

Since the night Bry-D brought home Rocksmith, Eliz has wanted to play.  And even though the electric guitar we have is way big & heavy for her, she makes it work.

You really do learn to play the guitar, though I think she would do better with a 3/4 electric.  She'd only want it if it were rainbow or pink. 

I once asked Bry-D to teach me to play the guitar.  He wasn't sure how to do it, because for him, music comes naturally.  It's a part of who he is, somewhat because he learned so early.  Just as sewing is something I can just do, he can play most any instrument, and don't let him tell you differently.  And so, Eliz is learning.  I don't expect her to play for other people, or to be in a band, but she comes from a few generations of musicians, so she's expected to learn.  I do look forward to watching her jam with her father.

Fun for the whole family!

The phone conversation went like this-

Bry-D: I'm going to stop and buy a video game on my way home from work.

Me:  (Kinda bored)Okay, what game is it?

Bry-D:  You'll really like it, we can all play it.

Me:(Very skeptical) What game is it?

Bry-D: You'll see when I get home!

Me:(Very skeptical, a little concerned and kinda confused) What game is it?!?

Bry-D: You'll see when I get home-it's interactive!

Click!

He came home with RockSmith, a newly released guitar game.   We don't often get picture of that smile, which is an indicator of how excited he was.  And the fact that he had just heard about it, and he was willing to pay $80ish for it.

 You plug your electric guitar into your Playstation, and learn to play. Or in Bry-D's case, learn to play favorite songs with the correct and oftentimes much more difficult chords.

 Groupies not included, though our house has three, five if you count the dogs. 

Yes, I've been playing it.  I refuse to play after Bry-D, it's very damaging to my confidence.  I'll pick my single notes to a sing, then he'll play the actual chords.  So I always go first. 

 I'm still deciding if being a guiter player is worth the really short nails.  What's the point in painting them if they're just little nubs?