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The first time I laid eyes on my son Jarrod’s father, he was standing on a stage playing a guitar and singing into a microphone. I was completely captivated.

Fast forward to a 10-year old boy trying to teach himself how to play guitar with no encouragement whatsoever from his mother. In fact, I had hoped it was a passing phase. It most certainly was not. I’m slightly ashamed when I think of my indifference to my son wanting to play guitar back then. His father and I were no longer married, but his stepfather had an old acoustic laying around and from the moment that kid picked up the guitar, he never put it down.

To this day.


In my own defense, I lived through the crazy years of his father playing in a band. We piled all the equipment into station wagons and caravaned all over the San Francisco Bay Area. They played one dive bar after another. Occasionally there was a good venue, but mostly these were places that had seen better days and didn’t care that I was underage, though I carried a fake ID just in case. We partied too much, we slept too little, and we made no money. So it was all of that that I wanted to keep him from.

But I couldn’t.

There is no doubt that there have been years of him partying too much, sleeping too little and not making much money from his music, but it’s nowhere near the same. I’m not sure why, but it just seemed dirtier, and reckless, and more volatile back then.

And so, not going to college wasn’t an option for him as long as I had anything to say about it, and I had plenty to say about it. Off he went to San Diego, and eventually so did the rest of the band he was in, but he graduated in four years. I felt my work was done (wink).

I didn’t come to love his music until he was almost through with school because I wasn’t really into death metal, but eventually that went away. The guys grew up, and so did their music.


I’m grateful that Jarrod has figured out a way to balance the responsibility of being an adult with pursuing his passion. There was no denying the boy and his guitar.


Here’s a link to some new stuff. Barefoot Girls is my favorite.


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