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It's A Long Way To The Top, If Ya Wanna Rock n Roll...
The Late Great Bon Scott

@ has played drums for almost a year now. He asked for a kit for Christmas and I was reluctant to spend that kind of money on something that I assumed would be collecting dust in 2 months. We found a person that had to sell their $2,500 kit for $900 bucks. That's a very expensive Christmas present, but I bit the bullet and bought 'em. Since Christmas day, I can't think of 2 or three days in a row where he wasn't out in the garage for at least and hour playing. He's still taking lessons but has become very good in a short amount of time.

He has a friend that plays guitar and another that plays bass. They have been threatening to get together and "jam". Last Saturday, they finally got their schedules together and gathered in my garage. They attempted a couple of songs. Lets just say I have patient neighbors. I can't begin to describe how loud it was. I'm talking CONCERT loud. They trudged on for about an hour. Afterwards, @ came to me looking all disappointed and said "man, we SUCK". I told him that your ALWAYS gonna suck when you get together and play with someone for the first time. I told him that each time you play together, you'll get progressively better. I got the "yeah whatever" look and he went about his business.

They played together midweek, and I was actually surprised at the noise coming from my garage. For a small amount of time, actual music emanated through the house. When they left, he came into the living room excitedly and asked "did you hear that?!" (How could I miss it) I told him sure I heard it, and don't wanna say I told ya so, but I told ya so.

Who knows what will come of it. You never know he may be quoted in Rolling Stone years from now, pointing back to those garage sessions. I just hope they don't forget about us little guys.

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