Hard Core Badass!

Charlie, my son, and section leaders for the percussion section, was practicing in band for this Thursday's concert.

He was playing the bongos, and there was an incident.

I got the following texts:

I pulled a Pete Townshend.

………

I was playing the bongo part when I looked down and saw pink on one of the heads. I played too hard and the skin came off one of my knuckles.

I replied:

Thank God you didn't pull a Keith Moon.

We would have to pay to rebuild the f%$#ing stage.

No worries, 'Tis but a scratch.

He's still good for the concert.