Charlie is 17 and just recorded a CD. Why is he so accomplished? He didn’t get it from me, that much is obvious. You can check out his music here. Listen to it, buy it, or just be jealous that my kid is so awesome.
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July 7th, 2010 at 1:02 am
I liked Big City, he’s pretty awesome, and he’s just 17? Go Charlie! Go Wolves!
July 7th, 2010 at 2:39 am
The talent runs in both of your boys. You should be very proud of Charlie, his voice is sincere and his music is great! I also like his sign-offs: “Love and braised pork chops.”
July 7th, 2010 at 4:45 am
I loved that.
July 7th, 2010 at 5:10 am
Hooray, Charlie! He’s an amazing kid.
July 7th, 2010 at 5:34 am
My kid is trying to get Charlie a booking for a summer concert. Gotta run. Lot’s of love!
July 7th, 2010 at 7:08 am
OMG he is brilliant. I love his beautiful crystal clear intonation and voice. I am green with envy at his wonderful talent. Now I’m over the jealousy I’ll have to buy it!
July 7th, 2010 at 2:20 pm
I’m jealous!
July 7th, 2010 at 5:04 pm
This is exactly the kind of music I like. Ordering the CD right now. I always wished my kids were musical. Okay, one’s a DJ but does that count? Yes, I’m jealous
July 7th, 2010 at 7:38 pm
If there’s one talent I wish I could have been born with, it’s music.
Just beautiful.
July 8th, 2010 at 4:59 am
RESPECT!!! I would be extremely proud too!
July 8th, 2010 at 8:05 am
awesome! way cooler than thigh girl.
July 8th, 2010 at 10:14 am
lol very true..Charlie was Awesome!!
July 8th, 2010 at 9:36 pm
Charlie snowboards? I like him already!
August 25th, 2010 at 5:03 am
I listened to Charlie’s music. It takes me back to the 60’s when I was a teenager and we listened to songs that had a message. Beautiful. I am also so very sorry that you lost [I KNOW you didn't lose him, but that just happens to be our polite way of explaining death] a Son. That pain must be the deepest, darkest pain there is.
I am sorry.