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There are two kinds of people in the world

There are those who like the Beatles and then there are those who say they don’t so they can look cool and different in front of their friends.

The latter type really need to grow up. Even if you are a fan of only the blackest of black metal and hate any thing that isn’t totally washed over in distortion, you probably still, in some hidden corner of your pretentious little fifteen-year-old brain, think “The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill” is really funny. I know I do.

Look, if you are alive, you like music, and if you like music, you probably like the Beatles. I know I do, and I’m perfectly okay with that. If you get shit from your dumb little friends for it, there is a 100% chance that these friends actually really like the Beatles but won’t admit it because liking a band that more than five people have heard of destroys street cred for some reason nowadays. Grow the fuck up.

Sometimes I sing along to music when I drive

Like today I sang along to “Reasons” by Earth, Wind, and Fire. I’m actually not that awful.

Sometimes I sing along to hair metal.
Actually, most things that require a falsetto work for me.

But sometimes I turn the music off and just improvise and sing solos out loud.

Usually they’re better than most solos I play. I really need to sing in my head when I play more often instead of trying to show off. Typical guitar players’ nature I guess. Oh well, nothing wrong with a healthy dose of shred in one’s daily life I guess. But too much can be rather overwhelming. It’s gotta build.