I know its a little goofy to be thankful for my brother not liking my playing the drums when I was younger, but if it wasn’t for his frustration (and the evil happiness that it caused me to make him frustrated) I wouldn’t have stuck with music.  I hated practicing, and really I wanted to be a rock star but I knew I wasn’t enough of a rebel to be one, but hearing my brother complain made my lack of devotion go away and it helped me explore other instruments.

I love my brother a lot, next month is his birthday and I think I shall write him a song, but it’ll be about how I hope the instruments his son and daughters have come together to make one sweet song that brings him much happiness instead of frustration.  Brennan, my nephew will probably be the next Pat Boone.