He's been playing daily and I'm impressed--he's actually getting much better at playing melodies, harmonies, you name it. It's kind of a relief because his singing used to drive me out of the house. Not that he's a bad singer, but he picks songs that I don't like, for example the one that says repeatedly "you're gonna love me someday". More like I'm gonna kill him someday, if he keeps singing that song. But no, the picking is great. Happy he's practicing.
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