The one you never seen before

The Flaming Lips covering the White Stripes...



I love, love, love my Boogie Station.



I was up there today, making the rock happen.



My buddy, Jeff, came over.



He plays guitar.



(Isn't my sister pretty?!?!)



We played guitar together.



I also played the organ a little.



I played the bass.



I played the drums.



I bought a tambourine this weekend, that I attached to the hi-hat, and I played that, too.



The sound up there is out of sight.



It's a pretty unique space.



I bet that not too many of you know somebody (besides me) who has a total mad-scientist music room with an organ, a tambourine and a theremin. And if you do?

Well, here's to you.



And send me your friend's phone number. Hook a brother up.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself and raise a glass to the world, for giving me such an awesome life up here in the mountains, a loving family, friends that I will take to the grave, and a beautiful, funny, talented, special, smoking hot chick, whom, in a few short weeks, I will be proud to make my wife.



I am a fortunate man.