Plank, somewhat similar dad/guitar story (which I've probably told before). My dad really frowned upon rock music and didn't think it required any real proficiency so he never took my playing serious. (he was a big Chet Atkins fan). When I was 17 I went out and bought the sheet music for Handel's "Air in G" (he was also a big classical fan) and spent a week painstakingly transcribing it to tab. Took another couple of weeks to learn and memorize the entire piece.
Went over to my dad's place and played it for him (nailed it BTW). When I was done I looked up at him and his jaw was dropped. He took me serious from that day on.
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“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well,
on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away
and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”
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