Look up at the stars, Simba
I'm driving home from a Little League game at 4:30pm on a beautiful southern California Sunday. The sun, which has been shining uninterrupted for days, is slowly making its way to the western horizon and my two boys are in the back of the car. I've just popped a mix CD in the car stereo - one that was given to me, as many are for reasons that aren't important here - and "Words" by Missing Persons blares out of the speakers. I look in the rearview mirror and my boys both have their eyes closed as they play air guitar.
It's the circle of life.
posted by Kevlar Pinata @ 8:18 PM
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Kevlar... I can relate to this as the little Manzana has recently been spotted playing air guitar and air drums while screaming along to every song on Outlandos d'Amour. His personal current fave is So Lonely.
I pretty consistently air drum to So Lonely, whether or not I'm actually listening to the song.
I'll be in a wheelchair in the home eating puree and I'll still air drum to those flams and the tom riff. And I'll have a great drum face. It'll scare plenty of the folks in the home with me, but I'll be OK with that.
The funny thing is that I'll still pretend that I play traditional grip rather than matched. It's a Stewart thing. There are four people on the planet that understand what I'm talking about.
Totally. You can't airdrum Police with a matched grip. I'm not even a drummer and I airdrum traditional grip to the Police.
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