After my post the other day, some of you were curious why I went to pawn shops in search of a gift for my two-year-old son. Here's the deal:
I initially went to Wal-Mart in search of Baby's First Handgun. But they were sold out, and everyone knows that if you need a gun, hit a pawn shop.
So that's the story. The end.
Merry Christmas, Zed! Don't shoot your eye out!
Ok. Here's the real story:
I was looking for a keyboard for him.
I have two synths, but they're old and their internal batteries are dead. But even if I could find and/or afford internal batteries for either synth (keep in mind they were made in the mid 80s, so I assume they would be rare and pricey), he would still have to use an amp in order to play it. And preschoolers and cords, cords, cords don't mix. He has several cheap toy keyboards, but I wanted something a little more professional. A keyboard where you can press more than three keys at a time, that has more than two octaves, and isn't shaped like a dinosaur.
Because like guns, everyone knows if you need used musical instruments, hit a pawn shop.
Song of the day: Don't Shoot Me, Santa by The Killers
Why I Went To A Pawn Shop To Look For My Son's Christmas Present
