Time Crisis

I'm thirty-seven, and that means it's time to start doing self-indulgent, middle-aged shit. To that end, I am starting vocal lessons. Feeling excited... and a bit nervous... but mostly sort of foolish.

As far as mid-life identity crises go, though, this is a whole lot cheaper than a Maserati.

I'm taking lessons from one of the guys behind The Varnish Cooks, an old-time country and blue-grass band here in Rochester. They are currently kind of defunct, which is a pity, because they could really shake up a room.