I received a couple pictures of my niece Anna rocking out in the garage. She’s showing off the electric guitar Somara and I bought her for Christmas/Birthday. It’s a good starter, a Squier which I think is Fender’s entry-level brand like Buick was for General Motors. Thanks to all the musicians I work with at my job, I was pointed to Sweetwater to get it over Guitar Center.
My brother told me Anna has utilized her years of violin practice and playing to learn the essentials of piano (what we used to play as kids), guitar and bass. She’s still in high school so I’m hoping that she’ll at least have the experience of being in her first band. Yes, yes, Uncle Steve is living out his inner rock star vicariously through Anna because I only know how to play iTunes. Seriously though, I made a deal with my niece. Play the hell out of this guitar and in time, if this is something she wants to continue doing, then we’ll discuss getting a Fender or Gibson, which start around two grand.
Next up, I’m going to listen to Father John Misty, the only music I heard of Anna is into. Being an old fart, every name I listed of women who lead/play guitar drew a blank. No wait, Anna did know who Annie Clack (aka, St. Vincent) was. In time, I’ll see if I can get her to draw inspiration from other heroines of mine: Aimee Mann, Kate Bush, Johnette Napolitano (Concrete Blonde) and Ladyhawke (aka Pip Brown). Who knows. Maybe one day soon, Anna will be crashing out my house to perform at SXSW! It would be nice to have a rock star in our family.
