"Oh I wish I could. I'm trying!" Jack told the little tyke. He played in clubs and pubs and the like and hoped upon hope that someday he might be famous. Although it was the music that he loved, and if he never rose to fame, but kept on playing, he'd be happy.
"That's true, I haven't," he agreed, because before today, he had never met the children. Who were triplets, he now figured, and not the same child replicated three times. That made more sense. If a person only had one child, why on Earth would they replicated it to three? "But I'm game." He had always been an active, exciteable sort, and he never lacked for energy!
"Sunglasses and a note? Yeah, she'll love that," he guessed. If they were sunglasses Don had actually owned - and thus, likely had worn - she would be over the moon. Like the cow.
"Sort of, yeah," he said with a laugh. "Except I don't play them all at the same time. Would be tricky, since they all require hands." He thought of actual one man bands, with the drum peddals and the symbols and the accordian and everything else. Nope, that would not work with his instruments.
"I've thought about it," the younger man admitted as he slid his knife through the rice and tried to balance some of the flat edge. "Just need to get with the like minded sorts - and people who have a similar sort of sound." Who played the same sort of music and could vibe together.