I'm once again reminded that just because I'm 36 years old and can play the bassline to "Unskinny Bop" flawlessly (simply ride A...song end) doesn't mean I have any right to call myself a musician.
And even less of any rights when I'm owned by kids between the ages of 9-14.
If I had any sort of ambition or know-how I'd totally do this to my house...only I would craft an ode to Poison, so I guess it's for the best.
Imagine just sitting at Rock and Roll Pizza in Moorpark, CA, simply chowing down and drinking beer and THIS happens...and goes on for 2.5 hours!!