Jake – Future Musical Genius
by Shawna Black
Jake, my oldest kid. Jake is his nickname. We’ve been calling him Jake since the day he was born even though we named him Jacob. In retrospect, I now wonder why we didn’t just name him Jake. All of his friends call him by his given name because of his school records, I suppose. He has a crush on a girl named Blair (but won’t admit it), who attended Jake’s birthday party on Saturday, and she asked me why we call him Jake. I told her that it is his nickname and it’s what we’ve always called him. I heard Blair call him Jake the rest of the day. So cute.
Jake has taken piano lessons every Saturday morning for the past year and a half. He’s learning to read music but he’s getting bored with the piano, I’m afraid. I’m sure he won’t give it up but…
Christmas is three days before Jake’s birthday. On Thursday, he turned eleven. Eleven! My little red head, who’s still got the red hair and the red eye brows and the red eyelashes that he was born with, inherited Dad’s musical talent. Thank God.
Dad gave Jake an electric guitar for Christmas. Dad is teaching Jake where to put his fingers on the neck of the guitar in order to create the same notes that he’s familiar with on the piano.
Here’s Jake playing his new guitar.
Shot taken with the new Canon digital. I hate the harsh shadows. But such is life when one procrastinates to the point when the article is due and it’s raining outside all day and one can’t use the natural light that was intended, and well, fuck. Here we are with the flash indoors.
Better next week, I promise.
Shawna may not be able to play the electric guitar, but she kicks ass at air guitar