Rockin' and rantin'

The Rantmeister, long a dedicated Walter Mitty-esque hard classic rocker, and Doc-wife have begun a dedicated guitar-learning blitzkrieg. So every day for the last week, Fender Stratocaster and Fender accoustic, respectively, in hand, we play until our fingers will take no more (about 30-35 minutes so far – the ends of my fingers are still numb from this afternoon’s session.) We’re making progress on various chords, scales and strumming…following one of the free lesson plans which abound on the internet. Eventually, we’ll move on to individual instruction at one of the local arts centers.

I’m not sure what we’re hoping to get from this latest endeavor…opening for the Rolling Stones at some point is probably out of the realm of possibilities. Maybe we could front for them when they open their 2017 tour of America nursing homes..."crank up your hearing aids, folks, it's the Rolling Stones!" Maybe we should just give Weird Al Yankovic a call?

We had to go pick up Son-and-Heir after school last week…the day the used Stratocaster arrived in the mail. As we were coming down our road, it occurred to me that the Blog-Daughter had already arrived home on the bus. I started offering odds to the other members of the Rantmeister clan in the van as to what BD would be doing when we got home.

We had our answer before we even walked in the door…she was rockin’. She had the guitar out of its case, plugged in and was making some noise, ala Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. She’s got the attitude…she’s got the look…she’s got the desire…and now she’s got access to the guitar.

Look out world!