When he grows up, he wants to play like Vanessa Mae. She wields a wicked bow, and even makes me wish I could play.
Heck, I wish I could play that on the guitar, too.
She's hot, too. Even I can see that...
Monday
A few weeks ago, the Spouse Thingy started taking violin lessons. The sounds emanating from his violin actually sound like music already and not the stepped-upon cat I feared I'd be listening to for months on end. He can already play Twinkle, Twinkle and Baa, Baa, Black Sheep and this is in spite of his teacher constantly canceling or shuffling his lessons around.
When he grows up, he wants to play like Vanessa Mae. She wields a wicked bow, and even makes me wish I could play.
Heck, I wish I could play that on the guitar, too.
She's hot, too. Even I can see that...
When he grows up, he wants to play like Vanessa Mae. She wields a wicked bow, and even makes me wish I could play.
Heck, I wish I could play that on the guitar, too.
She's hot, too. Even I can see that...
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