Let's get musical!
The text message instructions for Easter were simple and riddled with good intentions: "Heading to Mother Goose's place for Easter. BYO guitars. Mother's request." "Excellent," I thought to myself, letting my internal monologue run wild with my head tilted slightly like JD's many moments from the show Scrubs . "At long last I'll be able to jam with my brothers and they'll finally realise we should definitely be in a band." It wasn't the first time we'd played music together. Rewind to 1998. I was in grade six and had written lyrics for a song I thought was the next big hit. Titled, 'Sitting watching TV'…how could it not be a hit? I had run into my brother's room, "Nick, Nick! I've written some lyrics!" Enthusiastically he also thought I was onto a winner and graciously matched my carefully crafted words, "Sitting watching TV, hear the phone ring…is that for me?" with some v