Band practice

Rock and roll…

Zach has been in a band for three years.  Having stretched the definition of “being in a band” to its limit, yesterday Zach’s band got together in his bedroom and had their first ever practice.  I did my best to stay out of the way, nevertheless I managed to overhear the following:

“Musician” #1: Whoa Zach, where did you get this pick?

“Musician” #2: Yeah who is the hot babe on the pick?

“Musician” #1: Did you steal it?

Zach: It’s my mom.

Everyone: OMG

You see, Capital One allows you to put any kind of picture on their credit cards.  And when I’m bored with the picture I cut the card up and turn it into guitar picks.  If we go way back you might recall the circumstances surrounding this family picture:

So there’s that.

Our best family photos always end up being, well, not Christmas card worthy.  Here’s the best shot from Buenos Aires:

Never mind the background…

It was taken at the Recoleta cemetery, easily on par with Paris’ Père Lachaise, if you’re in to that sort of thing.  Asia wandered off and snapped a few cell/tablet shots…

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  1. I heard Radiohead used to sit in the back at school and just talk about being in a band. I think the energy could go someplace. I know you don’t like Radiohead though.

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