one lonely success

for xmas, leanne & brandon bought me a set of blues harmonicas b/c sometimes a brother just aint right ’til he plays a harmonica. so it’s a really nice set that included all the important blues’ keys and even one of those neil-young-type-harmonica-holders that go over your neck so that your hands are free to strum the guitar.

needless to say i look like a stud decked out in so much musical metal. (NOTE: this is NOT me in this picture.)

so i’ve been learning the harmonica parts to “you dont know how it feels” by tom petty. the only snag to this whole gig is that after about 2-3 notes buster goes apeshit. as i play, he barks, runs around, barks, runs around, repeat.

at this point, the barks sound like the dog equivalent of “…what the ‘eff man! that hurts my big ol’ floppy ears!” but i’m hoping that soon he’ll just howl along in perfect harmony.