GeraldRice Wrote:nooooooooooooooooooo!

Haw! I wasn't thinking, Gerald. My old cohort Glenn Nataupsky's a professional bass player. And he brought his little boy Ethan, then 1.5 years old to work at B&N one time. And I could see the boy was a little musician. But what to play? His little hands couldn't hold a guitar or bass neck, or stretch across a keyboard...:confused:

"Glenn!"
"Yeah, Blues..."
"I got it!"
"What? A social disease again?"
"No! What the little heathen can play!
I got a little coin to spare. Let's you and me go to Sam Ash and I'll buy him a beginner drum kit!"
"Blues..."
"Yeah?"
"Mike, you know I love you like a brother. You know music from Mahler to Miles. You are an exceptional lyricist. But if you give my little boy anything resembling something like a drum...I will kill you. I will cry, and my wife will cry too, but make no mistake. I...will...kill...you."
"So it's like that, is it?"
"That's the way it would be."

I did not want to test the man.:eek::nonod: