+ Garage band practice on a Labor day Saturday weekend, by teenagers that just make noise.
Seriously, I consider myself a very tolerant and supporting step-parent. I have a kid of my own, who also plays the guitar, but this is another story. But, as far as I know, these kids in my garage won’t be the next hit of the century. But I guess it is OK to let them think they will.
I shall retreat to my insignificance and go hide in my room, until it stops.
If only the walls in american houses were made of brick and cement, instead of paper…
Tati Vice 