Baby Brother: Classical Guitar

My baby brother is a classical guitarist.

He has been playing since he was ... shoot, what ... five years old? 

Six? Four?

It's how he made
"a little drinking money"

as a pub hopper and street bum
in Europe.

^^^ LOL ... ducking for cover ... HEY PICS DON'T LIE ... ouch! ^^^

Mercy, mercy!

I better stop before I REALLY get in trouble.

Just kidding, y'all ... seriously.

He is a world-class bartender

who provides outstanding entertainment

for his patrons ...

and that is how he made/makes

his money.

Ta-Da!

Standing on a bar to receive his standing ovation, he is ... love the look

on his face.

Kiss me goodbye now

for someday, soon, shall find me, somewhere, with

a white chalk-line around my body.

ANYWAY ... what was I talking about ... ?

Oh, yeah, classical guitar and my little brother.

I need to get a my own camera ... one that digitally records

so I can post some of his music.

Until then, here are a few songs that he absolutely rips apart,

 and puts back together.

Flawlessly.

Please take a moment out of your hectic day to listen.

I can shut my eyes, and hear him ... I listened to these a lot when he was gone.

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^^^ If this don't get your heart pumping, I don't know what will ... dang. ^^^

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Oh, and one more thing,

my, oops, OUR dad taught him.

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I adore their "blues" jam sessions.

Here's some pool shootin' music right here, darlin ... mhmm.

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They can kick Jimi Hendrix all over the place, too ...
but, goodness, this sounds lame
compared to what I am used to hearing.

Wow.
Can't believe I just said that.

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Um, nevermind.

Yes, I can.

I stick my feet in my mouth all the time.

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