I love rock and roll, but the idea that four people on stage, one of whom has an amplified lyre, can match the power and drama of orchestral music is simply ridiculous.
Speaking of music - I've begun to re-develop the calluses (sp?) on my left hand fingers as I'm hitting the guitar hard again.
The Hobbled Wife gave me a great birthday gift, Guitar Man by Will Hodgkinson, that's providing most of the inspiration. I'm also trying to set an example for the kids:
"Hey Look - Dad's practicing his instrument - and no one's even yelling at him to do it." (It's not working.)