I Bought an Electric Guitar
It's kind of sad, that look in my wife's eye. She knows what's coming, but she's been strong, as if she's resigned to the inevitable - a series of "important" gigs in NY/LA/Chicago, followed by record company dinners and private parties, culminating in a large recording contract, and finally, worldwide tour. Will our marriage stand up to the rigors of playing in front of 20,000 screaming fans every night? We'll see.
For now, I'll just try to learn the damn F chord. On my new electric guitar.
