Last year, I was told by a couple of mothers about this wonderful Russian guitar teacher, Alexander, who was giving their boys lessons. I was very interested but this teacher's slots were all full. It was only when Minako, my Japanese friend, left Moscow at the end of last year that her boy Dennis' slot became available.
So Brian started his weekly lessons (an hour each week) after we returned to Moscow from winter break this year. He's really enjoyed lessons with Alexander, who is such an encouraging teacher. To mark Brian's 10th lesson with Alexander today, I've recorded him playing The Beatles' Blackbird.
When I asked Eddie if I should post this video, he said Nolah, Lau Kui...ie lose face. Seelah, he's seriously the most "Si Ai Bin" (die2 want face) person I know. But I know what he means, cos there are so many kids out there playing so much better music, but Brian wanted me to post this up, and I think he did a pretty good job for a beginner. So even if Lau Kui, so be it, as long as he keeps at it and enjoys it, I'll post it if he wants me to.
This next video Brian didn't want me to post, but Sean really insisted, even though the one who looks amazingly silly in the video and who should feel Lau Kui is Sean. Anyway, Sean really enjoys listening to Brian and always goes, "Encore! Encore!" Here he is putting his own Yabba Dubba spin and spoiling my recording of Brian playing Spanish Ballad (first song he learnt from Alexander). Yes, Sean is this silly all the time, and he's been playing with the yellow slinky non-stop (even takes it to school) since we returned from Singapore. That's me snorting right before Brian says Should I continue?, as I tried really hard to stop laughing.
There's something rather romantic about guys with acoustic guitars; I hope Brian's guitar (maybe not this particular cheapo one) follows him wherever he goes and gives him comfort on days when he's feeling down or alone. Yeah, yeah, I am thinking Jason Castro hehe...
...and maybe even Johnny Depp who once said, "My first guitar was a real cheap little electric thing my mom bought me for twenty-five bucks. From then on I don't remember puberty, I was just playing guitar."
Yes son, go lock yourself in your room, play your guitar, and may puberty zoom by leaving both of us (especially me) unscathed. If only...