My 14-year-old son takes on Eric Clapton's (!!!) Tears in Heaven.
(I apologize for the dishwasher noise in the background. I'm an idiot.)
These are my son's hands. His hands are like my Dads. Not so much in the way they look but in all they seem to be able to do. I always longed for strong hands that could build what my Dad could, fix what my Dad could, create what my Dad could. Some people just have those kinds of hands. Like my son (it skipped a generation I guess). Although my son and I are different this way, I made sure my kids love the Arts. So even my Dad couldn't do this.