Here’s the art…
Jo and I rarely make anything for ourselves. We sew and paint and cut and drill, but nothing stays here. Everything goes into red, white, and blue priority mail boxes and out the door. So once in a while we have to work on something that we can keep. This past week, I gave my old Gibson Epiphone guitar a makeover, complete with a new paint job, TV knobs, and a pick guard cut from an Illinois license plate. I wanted it to look more like one of our folk art pieces and less like a guitar anyone could pull off the rack. It’s not rewired or restrung yet, but you get the idea.
Our daughter plays bass guitar, but I have yet to ruin her instrument with any of my weird ideas. Yesterday, she performed with her jazz band, The Lincoln Pops. My father-in-law was kind enough to take some pictures with his zoom lens from our cool, dark spot in the balcony. This picture was taken during the drum solo in “Sing, Sing, Sing.”
This was one of the few smiles she cracked during the performance. Normally she has on a serious, sight reading face when she performs…“band face” as it’s known around here.