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An artist is like a woman who can do nothing but love, and who succumbs to every stray male jackass.


Henry received a guitar for Christmas. He fancies himself as a balladeer in the vein of a John B. Sebastian or Richie Havens, but he sounds more like an incredibly drunk Bob Dylan.

I see big things on his horizon.
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yamini said…
He would look gorgeous even when drunk, I'm sure of that.
5 January 2010 at 20:04
Priyanka Khot said…
He is adorable. I hope he plays the guitar throughout the year and ever after. Hope that u enjoy it too and are not too bothered by it.
5 January 2010 at 20:27
Priyanka Khot said…
Happy new year to Jen, Henry, Ezra and especially you!
5 January 2010 at 20:27
Sue said…
He actually looks like an incredibly drunk Bob Dylan here...or an over refreshed Keef! What are you putting in his cookies??????
5 January 2010 at 22:51
Roddy said…
Monsters, Sue. They are biscuits as far as I am concerned. Just like candy! Sweets or lollies! Don't start me on the Americanisation of our English.
Love him tender. Love him true. And once he masters the four stringed version, I have a six stringed guitar for him.
Don't forget Ezra on keyboards and backing vocals.
6 January 2010 at 07:48
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
LOL!!!!
Hang in there Henry, with a little more practice, practice and more practice, etc, etc, etc...I'am quite sure that you will master guitar playing!

Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
6 January 2010 at 08:13
Sue said…
Biscuits there are, Roddy...but cookies when they seemingly have other additives!! Get with the groove, man!
6 January 2010 at 10:25
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all.

I do believe that cookies are biscuits and biscuits are scones. I'm not sure what scones are.
9 January 2010 at 08:53
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