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Date: 1990
Location: GA
Category:  Coming of Age
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Old Crappy Guitar

So there was always music in our household growing up. It wasn't necessarily upfront and center, more of an undercurrent in our lives.

We had a number of instruments hanging around the house...a several hundred year old piano, I think a violin, and a crappy old guitar that sat in our game closet in a worn out case.

I was around 11 or so when I decided, out of the blue one day, to take up guitar. I sat my parents down and informed them of my decision and that I would be wanting to start lessons immediately.

They kindly agreed, their only catch was that I had to use the crappy old guitar to learn on until I had determined if guitar was really for me or not. A point that I was not highly in favor of... I used every pursuasive tactic I had, even the dramatic tears of a preteen, to fight against it.

No luck, crappy old guitar it was. New strings, and off I went...

Silent Lucidiy was the first song I ever learned to play... It is as hauntingly beautiful to me now as it was then...

And by the way, although I did "earn" a new guitar shortly after starting playing and have added several others to my family of instruments...Crappy Old guitar is my favorite... AND as it turns out not  so crappy after all... 1950 Gibson...not so crappy ; )

Ahhh...what we don't really understand at 11!!!

Dan I really relate to this story... sounds like my household growing up. My dad was a drummer and mom was a classical guitar teacher. Their rule was that I had to learn on an acoustic before I could get an electric. We had everything from 72' Rogers Jazz kit to traditional Greek instruments to like, 6 guitars. So, I grabbed one of the acoustics and before I knew it I was the proud owner of a $100 used (Jackson) Charvel with glow in the dark knobs.
35 days ago