March 18, 2008

• Under where?

  The other day, I saw a pair of socks in the gym parking lot. They weren't very exciting, so I didn't take a photo. Today, I saw this:

  

  How does a guy lose his underwear in the gym parking lot?

  But seeing random underwear laying around can't but remind me of how my son -- you know, the one who just got engaged and will turn 21 next month -- used to giggle uncontrollably every time he heard the word 'underwear' in any context. Just saying the word would make him bust up. It doesn't work anymore, but I can make him turn pretty red in the face by mentioning it.

  Oh, and guess what. My son is an excellent bass guitar player.   Ever since he's been playing bass, it's been in the back of my mind to take it up myself and see what I could do with it. So yesterday, he loaned me his old bass (the first one he ever owned - he has like 5-6 guitars now) and helped me by an amp to practice with. It's fun, although I can't do more than pick out a couple simple melodies and scales at the moment.

  So if you need me, I'll be down in the bass clef for awhile, in the deep down notes, in the lower-than-low, cooler-than-cool walking bottom rhythms.

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