Who Are You? Who? Who? Who? Who?

This is a journal for my boys. It's something I set out to do for my first son, Seth, but failed miserably in keeping up with my writings. To be exact, I had three entries. But this time around I'm doing it in blog form instead of on paper, so I'm fooling myself into thinking things will be better.

So what's with the title? Well, it's something my 3-3/4 year old has taken to say when describing the two of us. That's right, kiddo. We are the bad boys of rock n' roll. And soon to be a power trio. From Day One, I exposed Seth to a world of music beyond that of the average infant. He was doin' the "Cretin Hop" to the Ramones before he knew what a Wiggle was. Next came his introduction to ska, and it was love at first skank. From there we moved into some of the classics from Daddy's metal years and "Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest became our official anthem. Heck, it's even the ringtone on my phone when his school calls me. Usually because he's....well, broken the law.

And what is the purpose of this here manifesto? In a nutshell (why in a nutshell by the way?), to impart my thoughts, life experiences, loves, hates, challenges, triumphs, failures, and anything else I can think of to ramble on about to my two boys. Not so much a recap of their childhood events (their mother does a great job of documenting that), but instead a set of lessons and musings that I hope they will one day read and learn what it is that makes up their old man.

I'll wrap this introductory post so as not to use up my words. As if that was ever a concern with me. Speechless, I am not often.

For now...let's leave it at the fact that you boys are the pride of my life and this is my gift to you. Although I'm sure you'd have rather had a pony.

Headline from "Who Are You" by The Who, 1978