A joyful noise
It's going on right now in my basement. Electric emo rock ... amplifiers blaring...so loud that even the air exchange plate in the floorboard can't resist the temptation to hum along. Feedback from the mikes...my feet are getting a massage.
Five young guys: a drummer, a basist, two guitarists, and a singer.
One of the guitarists is my son #2 ... I guess he gets it from me, although I barely managed to finger the simplest chords on a guitar, even when I played regularly in a music ministry group. His fingers scamper from fret to fret.
We all play music
but to each group its own style
its own sound
each one vibrates at its own
Don't crush someone else's beat
if it doesn't suit you
just let it gyrate on by
Find the one that makes you dance