Jam Session

I just spent the last two and a half hours playing music with my dad. And by "playing music" I mean being hopelessly less musical than my dad by holding a guitar and trying to pick out chords (I still remember Am, Em, F, C, D, G and that other one. . .) and singing while my dad alternated between the mandolin ("Losing My Religion" by REM and "Walk On" by John Hiatt were pretty tight) and stealing the guitar I was using. Also, I currently sound like a frog (huzzah illness), which will make the recording my mom took (which I didn't notice until who knows how far into it) sound pretty funny. In the future. :D