As I write this in the summer of 2008, it has been 30 years since my parents bought me my first guitar. It was a little $30 three-quarter size acoustic jobby with a sunburst red finish. I took about 6 or 8 lessons on Saturday mornings from the salesgirl who sold us the guitar. After I learned a couple handfuls of ‘open’ chords and realized she was mostly just reading me the Mel Bay beginners guitar book I had purchased, I was out of there. Since then, everything I’ve learned about guitars and guitar playing has come from listening to records, watching other players, and plain old seek-and-find, hunt-and-pluck fumbling around.
Flash forward to present day, and I judge myself to be a passable rhythm player; a strum-and-sing guy not especially of a professional caliber, but good enough to have played in a few decent bands over the years and to enjoy myself with my friends.
But lately I want more.
Over the last few months, maybe a year, I’ve been thinking quietly to myself that I want to study the guitar. To re-learn some of the theory I’ve forgotten from my childhood piano lessons and from playing trumpet in the school band, and find out how that theory applies to the guitar. And hey, while I’m at it, maybe I’ll launch a search for my dream guitar. Go out and drop an unjustifiably big wad of dough on a fine (possibly even handcrafted?) instrument that far outclasses my own ability to play it. Cool, huh?
So that’s where I stand right now and what this blog is going to be all about. I’m taking real lessons from a real teacher, and shopping for guitars I can’t quite afford. I don’t know exactly where this is all going, but I’m going to try to chronicle the experience as best I can. I hope you’ll enjoy reading about it.