Showing posts with label School of Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School of Rock. Show all posts

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Rock around the clock...

and other songs from the not-so-recent past - MY era!

Alex played the drums tonight at a School of Rock concert - his first concert.

The songs were Rockabilly songs which, of course, I LOVED!

This was a younger group of musicians than Greg played with last week, which carries its own frustrations.  The guitar players were occasionally unaware that there was a drummer or that HE was the one responsible for the tempo.   There were a few welcome exceptions, but I'm sure that's frustrating for a drummer. He did a great job of  leading even those who didn't realize they were being led, though.  Rock on, Alex!

It's just about impossible to take a picture of a drummer WHILE he is drumming...

 He moves so fast, he's a blur!

 Maybe a moving shot would be better?

 The boy was a rock star!   (Not that I have ANY prejudice)  See for yourself!



TWELVE years old!  Imagine!   Grrrrrrreat job, Alex!!!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

You can find me in the mosh pit


I am the grandmother of rock stars!

Gregory played his third concert at the School of Rock last night and they raised the roof (or more accurately, blew out the back door in the School of Rock garage)!

Okay, this music is a little "screamy" for me, but.. hey... it's Gregory!  Would I even consider not going?  Heck, no!

The kid has the voice (although, in my opinion, he sounds even better singing along with the Beatles, or Bronze Radio Return in the car on the way to rehearsal).  He has the presence.  He has the chops.

When he's rich and famous and accepting his first (of many) Grammy awards (name-appropriate, I think), he has promised to say that his Grammie bought him his first guitar (and bass).   Then I'll blush and be embarrassed. BUT you can bet I'll be there! 



The show before this one was the music of Black Sabbath.   I could do a "thing" about the power of words and blah blah blah, BUT.. not today... and not on this post.  This post is a celebration of Gregory.

I don't know how I missed posting this before, but here it is.  I do love to watch Greg play the bass!


If he keeps this up, I may have to get some piercings and a tattoo (or two).

And to think it all started here...



Rock on!