Happy Anniversary, Dr. Mrs. B

Seven years in and I haven’t developed so much as an itch.

I’ve been hacking at the guitar in secret (well, not from The Missus), attempting to pick it up at the tender age of 46 last year. Frankly, it’s not going as well as I had hoped it would. But this one Tom Waits song – a song I used to woo her with and included on our official wedding disc giveaway – just fell into my lap. Its chords cried, “Play me!” Its vocal line shrugged, “Even you shouldn’t be able to screw me up too badly…”

And it’s hardly a flawless performance, partly through simple ineptitude on my part and partly because I decided on the fly to change the point of view to first-person for a verse and spiders were hurt in the production of this video, but she liked it and that’s what matters.

Thanks for hanging in there honey. I’d be nothing without you, nor, literally, would The Boy.



(I also really like this girl's version of this song, too.)