Will scores an electric guitar

It's more black.

It’s just a Gibson Les Paul Epiphone Black Beauty, it’s no big deal.

Will has worked extremely hard on his guitar lessons, so we rewarded him with an electric guitar. We went to Music Go Round last night to see what they had after looking online and at local pawn shops. Will has wanted a Les Paul but we didn’t think we could afford one. Turns out this used one at MGR was pretty close to our price range.

I don’t know much about electric guitars, but one feature we liked about this one was that it has three pickups, which gives you a wider variety of choices to make the guitar sound like you want it to.

We couldn’t afford to buy an amp, so Will is getting a dose of delayed gratification. He’s hoping to make some money mowing lawns and scooping snow to buy a small amp. If you know of anyone who has an amp they’d like to sell, let us know. Cheap is our M.O.

It's a fist

The case for the guitar came with some pre-stenciled attitude. We are in the process of creating a back story to explain the killer stencil. Apparently there was once a band called At Arms (and whatever the “M.F.” stands for). I’m throwing out Anti-Authoritarian Method Force as the back story, but Will will probably come up with something better that involves poop.

For those of you who haven’t heard the story, I was talking with Will about potential band names this summer when he mentioned that he thought a good name for his first band would be The Cure. I mentioned that a band with that name has already seen considerable success, offering instead something with some local/regional significance. “Like, The Tiger Beetles,” I offered. (The Salt Creek Tiger Beetle is an endangered species here.) “Then you could shorten it to The Beetles.” He didn’t think that was funny.

I then offered Endangered Species as an alternative and Will was on it. “No, I know!” he said. “We can called it Endangered Feces!”

I love this boy.