My stomach dropped. Legend states that boys noodling on guitars cannot be destroyed. There is no stake, no silver bullet, no suggestion of a more fun activity that can deter them. For, once a boy is possessed by the desire to noodle, he transforms into a heinous creature—a Frontman who jams and, on the worst of nights, records it all on his iPhone.
….then he starts coming out with “fun facts” about the Beatles.