My Toughest Audience

I played a solo performance on Tuesday to a class of 4th graders. I was invited by my girlfriend's daughter to her music class' "sharing day", and I showed up with guitar and harmonica in hand. I played Steely Dan's "Monkey In Your Soul", accompanied by my iBook running Reason playing my programs of drums, bass, and horns. Afterwards there was a question answer session, which was great. Lots of questions about the band and what we do. Some of the better questions:
"How did you learn to make the computer play the music?"
"Was that sound a cello?"
"How good were you when you first started playing the guitar?"
Once again, a great time and I got a Thank You hug from Michaela.

Picked up the Marilyn Manson Best-of CD/DVD set. The DVD was a good idea, all of his music videos in one place, many of which I've never seen before. The last Manson album, THE GOLDEN AGE OF GROTESQUE", had this god-awful short film by Manson where he kept saying "Stop rehearsing Alcohol, start performing chemicals." I even wrote a Beavis and Butthead commentary for it:
(TRANSCRIBED OVER A TWENTY MINUTE PERIOD)

Beavis: This sucks. Change it.
Butthead: Shut up. Something cool’s supposed to happen.
Beavis: The music is stupid. It’s like... Circus death stuff. Why is that guy putting like, shoe polish on his face?
Butthead: “My butt is a VCR... My butt is a VCR.” huh-huh. Huh-huh.
Beavis: HEY BUTTHEAD! CHECK IT OUT! THOSE CHICKS ARE NAKED!
Butthead: WHOA! Wait.. You dillhole – those chicks are wearing fake boobs. I wonder if Manson’s gonna like, do it with those chicks.
Beavis: But they’re like, tied together or something. I could score with those chicks, cause they're like, crazy and would, uh, let me.
Butthead: Beavis, you couldn't score with chicks like that even if they were crazy. They only like guys in like, goth bands. Like Marilyn Manson.
Beavis: Oh, uh, yeah.
Butthead: This is stupid. I’m gonna put another DVD in.
Beavis: NO, WAIT! NANANANANANANAH! mmmmm....STOP REHEARSING ALCOHOL! START PERFORMING NARCOTICS!
Butthead: huh-huh. Chattering X-rays. That's cool.
Beavis: heh-heh. Oooo. Y’know, I don’t know anything about making movies and stuff, but, could somebody have like turned on a light or something?
Butthead: Maybe they made it at night. What, it’s over?
Beavis: I told you that sucked. Next time we’re watching “Cliff ‘Em All!”
Butthead: Shut UP, Beavis. Watching those two chicks made me like, hungry. Is there any beef jerky left?
Beavis: Uuuh, no. I ate it.