When I was about six or so, I was given a brother. He was a present I didn't ask for, certainly am thankful for now. It was hard for a few years (and I mean like eleven or twelve years). We fought like cats and dogs until I went to college, then we both begged our parents to get him a cell phone so we could stay in touch. And pretty much he's all grown up. Well, as grown up as a sixteen year old can be. And part of him growing up has been him beginning to play the bass in a jazz group at a bar. (Yes, I said bar.)
Words can not describe how proud I (I mean, we) are of him. Handling private school classes, being very dedicated to the JA band, he also added this jazz group to his plate. Every other Wednesday, he plays the bass for a few songs during the second set that the band does. He started out with just one, and he's working his way up (had three under his belt now). It's just so amazing to me that he had the nerve to basically take the stage with a group that has been together for 20+ years, and then to knock it out of the park! As his second mother, I would have to say that I teared up during his first gig (and my mom laughed at me).
Last time he played, we just made a big ole time of it. Dad invited his parents and it was nice to have the family together to listen to the band, and enjoy Zack's talent.
We settled down for a nice dinner, and Zack worked out the kinks in his last song before going to play.
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| who knew improv was so hard? |
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| besties! |
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| doing what he does best |
I'll be back later to tell you about my dress fitting and this amazing meal shake I've started, but for now, if you're ever in Jackson on a Wednesday and want some nice live entertainment, head over to Hal&Mal's for a good beer and some live music! You won't regret it :)
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