“What’s your name?” she asked. “I know your music but what is-” “Steven Curtis Chapman.” “No,” she grinned, “I know his face. I know your face too but I can’t remember-” “Shaun,” I said, blushing. “Yes! Shaun Groves! I’ve seen you before but never had the guts to – but… Read More
Penelope (age 3) is the child in our house least likely to care. It’s not that she’s mean spirited or coldhearted; it’s just that she’s busy being very three. Her siblings, now eight and six, get excited about stocking the shelves of the local food pantry every week. At night… Read More
I spoke at a screamo music festival yesterday and here is just some of what I learned about music making from one guitar player there. I wrote these lessons down and will afix them to my bathroom mirror at home for review every morning. 1) Play the guitar behind your… Read More
This is me and my son Gresham in the nature. To be more specific and take up a bit more space, that is me in shorts and a bandana Fundana, flashing a gang sign of some sort while holding a massive fish caught in Rocky Mountain Cherokee National Park. And… Read More
“What’s doobie?” She’s five – I thought. I also thought things like: She must have seen cable at Uncle Brian’s house. Now we’ll have to move. I never liked Uncle Brian much anyway. Maybe Becky’s having an affair with a pot head when I’m out of town. Or a drug… Read More
Shaun Groves