I wouldn’t have said that my children’s dad was especially musical either, yet somehow we managed to produce Peter. Who has been working on, working with, working toward music — specifically the drums — since he was about 11 years old.
Is he any good at it? I don’t know. Even when I do listen to the radio, I listen to classical (specifically Baroque). Left to my own devices, I would never listen to whatever it is that Peter’s band does … though when I go to hear his band play, I am mesmerized. All the wild energy that made Peter a difficult boy to have in the house or for that matter in one’s uterus (he was always Peter, right from the get-go!) make him compelling on stage — unless that’s just maternal devotion talking?
So many of you, dear Ricochetti, know about music. So I figured I’d provide this link to the band’s web page, and maybe those with ears to hear will understand him as his mother can’t.
Oh, by the way — there are two guys who look like Jesus in the band. Mine is the taller Jesus.