Cultured...

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Elliott is learning violin. His brother may also learn vicariously. I may see if Koa would like to learn cello. I felt they both needed a little more refinement for the ladies. Besides rock guitar and drums. I know they will thank me later. Way later...

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Anonymous said…
Or maybe they could learn bluegrass fiddle for all those square dancers downtown on Friday nights? "Swing yer partner, brah" Wait...you live in Honolulu, not Branson...
September 15, 2008 at 7:49 AM
Ka`iana said…
Trust me...the way they play lots of fast little strokes right now. It sounds more like a fiddle then a violin...
September 16, 2008 at 9:23 PM
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