written on Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
Here you can hear me playing some pots and pans and also a mouth harp. My father thinks I am a genius. He thinks I will become a great musician. I think he wanted to become a great musician himself. That is a problem with most fathers, they want you to become what they did not become but always have dreamed of to become. So here I am, playing what he thinks is absolutely fantastic. I just had some fun and I like to keep it that way.