Like father, like son.

Jason just started playing rhythm guitar with a band, for a country singer named Ryan Weber. I've always known Jason was a talented guitarist, and not the kind who drills it into your head on the first date but who slowly, over time, lets the secret out. I realized a long time ago that I was dating the kind of person who is magically amazing at everything he does, which is why he was a sponsored skateboarder as a teenager and can play the guitar lick of any song immediately after hearing it, or sit down at the electronic drum set we just bought so I could maybe fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming a drummer and start tapping away instantly like someone who's played the drums all his life, meanwhile I've been watching Youtube videos daily on how to master Seven Nation Army and still can barely keep a steady beat with the base pedal. It can be frustrating for a super-competitive, wanna-be-amazing-at-everything person like me who often falls short.

But anyway, the band is about to start a local tour (we're going to Memphis on Sunday, and I get to stay in an actual hotel... yay!), so he's been playing every night.

I don't blame Louie. I'd crawl in the cushy red velvet Les Paul case with my chewy toy, too, if I wouldn't look like a psycho doing it.