Dazed and Confused

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This one is worth a thousand laughs.

Enter the tourist with camera and prop guitar, and his amused son who thought this picture was so great that he actually paid good money for it. I guess the tips at Outback Steakhouse were better the prior several days. I was saving it to give to my wife (who generally never reads this blog, unless I insist) as a gag gift at Christmas, but she is off at Sunday school, and I have time to work without getting caught.

This of course was from my trip to Universal Studios, where we ate lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe. Like Chickenman, they're everywhere, they're everywhere, but this was the first time I was met at the door by a photographer who pressed an electric guitar into my hands and suggested I strike a pose. Enter "Johnny D. Goode", standing by his very amused son. My son actually can play the guitar, like ringing a bell, but I am musically deprived. When I was VERY young, I took piano lessons. I took them, they didn't take however. I know the scale (well two actually, if you're preparing a fish)and it goes, C.D.E.F.G.A.B.C. and I can find "middle C" on a piano. My recital piece was called "Puppy Dogs", and I played it, but in the wrong key. So, I do have an ear for music, but after my year of living dangerously as an Air Force DJ in SE Asia, I also probably damaged that ear by playing rock and roll too loud in my headset. I also developed some talent for carrying the harp - my mother was (still is at 91) a harpist, and before my younger brother took over, I was the harp slave, who carried the damn things over hill and vale. That ruined me as a musician - the idea of carrying a piano was even far more odious.

So, back to the story - here we were, me with the guitar, the camera, the too-light jacket for that cold and blustery day, and the hat. The guy said smile, but I apparently wasn't paying attention. The look was worth one thousand words - sorry you had to read the thousand anyway.