Fri Feb 25, 2011 4:47 pm
When my wife and I built our new log home several years ago, we had no way of predicting how easily sound would bounce off our solid tongue and Grove (I almost wrote TG) ceiling. But carry it does, and even though I tuck myself into a corner on the second floor, if the girls want to watch a program on TV, they go to a room over the garage as my playing ricochets around the house to much for them to hear their shows.
As others have mentioned, I practice so much, that I never elicit any words at all from my wife or daughter. However one night while working on project for college, my daughter had a few of her young class mates over to help out, I was very proud when one young lady actually came up and mentioned how much she liked Blackbird, and that she enjoyed how I played it.
I strutted around like a tom turkey for at least a week. Not only did I play something that this young lady could recognize, but she liked it as well.
But the high has long since worn off, and I just sit up here and play with myself. Wait, that's play FOR my self. Not sure that's correct either, but you get the idea.
Scott
