I am still in denial that he was born fifteen years ago.
Thirteen and a half years ago, at Easter, he heard and saw his uncle playing bass and was transfixed. He was into anything music at that point and had free reign of the tupperware cabinet, wooden utensils and chopsticks. Then it was cars. We visited an automotive museum which was a sad experience because there were so many cars and you couldn’t ride any. Then it was soccer. And now? Dubstep music. Back to music.
Hey, at least look, please? This could be your first album cover.
I’m just happy that he let me not only take his picture, but experiment, too. Thanks, Noah.