They say it's your birthday...

It's Liz again. I'm waxing personal today, rather than being purely a critic. Probably will lower our "online music critic street cred," but whatever. Screw the norm.



Happiness is your first electric guitar.

Jacob got a bundle of money for his birthday this year, so he decided to make a dream come true and drove nearly 100 miles out of town to pick this baby up today. Deep red Ibanez Gio, with 120 watt amp, pedal, and cords. $325 for all of it.

Worth the drive? Yes. Yes it was.

We've got a cool arrangement of "Baba O'Reilly" in the works, born of our jamming before going to work this afternoon. We can't wait to see what else is created.

(NOTE: We're considering this guitar our first-born child, and are in the process of coming up with a name for it. We'll keep you posted.)

Other recent additions to our home that we're loving:



Our radio/cd, tape, record player. This was a wedding gift from Jacob's home neighborhood. They pooled their money and got us this rocking vintage-y set, and we adore it.



To celebrate getting our first record player, we got our first record! 5 points to the first reader who recognizes it, even though it's not the best quality picture in the world.

And as soon as we buy a needle for the record player, we can listen to it. (Hmph. Seems like the record player would come equipped with something so essential.)