I Love Rock & Roll

...but Rock & Roll doesn't necessarily love me.  Yet.

I know I have musical talent.  I can feel it coursing through my veins.  But when I open my mouth to sing a song I made up, it doesn't exactly sound like it does in my head.

Please don't tell my sister Abby what I just told you.  She already thinks there's something wrong with me.

See, the only guitar I have is this toy I got when I was nine.  She thinks I'm fooling myself and wants me to give up my dream.  But she doesn't realize a Real Rocker never gives up on the Music.

One day my musical muse is going to visit and something magical is going to happen.  I just know it.  Until then I'm givin' it all I've got with what I've got:   a toy guitar and a voice that seems to be changing by the second.

Besides, it's fun to torture her with my recently perfected power strum.

Next week:  stage diving!

Mike

The Trouble with Sisters

Sisters are a pain in the neck. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about.
Look at me. I'm a freshman guy in the prime of teenagehood. When I started high school this year, my mom said, "Mike, the world is your oyster." Not sure what exactly she meant by that. Life is gross & slimy and you have to swallow it real fast and pretend you liked it because it was expensive?

I think she might have been saying, "Mike! Have fun!" I'd love to. But because my older sister Abby goes to the same high school, it gets complicated. She's such a drama queen! Right now, she's totally freaking out about her 16th birthday. It's next month and don't ask me what day because it's just one of those little details I don't want cluttering up the ol' grey matter.

I'm just a guy tryin' to have a good life. Is that too much to ask?
Rock on.
Mike