I really haven’t written a blog. I usually find myself quite busy playing music, hosting a weekly open mic, hosting a weekly radio show, rehearsing with bands, playing shows, and trying to eat food and have a drink and a smoke every now and then.
Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. My mother plays piano and sings beautifully, so I was exposed to that loveliness. She loved playing Beatles records, as well as Bob Dylan, Arlo Guthrie, and Melanie. Later came Pink Floyd. All of these records got into my brain whether I liked it or not.
As I grew a little older, I wanted to play music. I probably should have just learned piano from my mother, but instead, at 8 years old, my folks bought me a cheap electric guitar and a small practice amp. I loved Michael Jackson and Prince and Def Leppard, and I wanted to play electric guitar. I took lessons from some loser at a music store. I only call him a loser because in one year of lessons, I was on the B string. Two strings in a YEAR. No chords. Not a single chord. Just picking out Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and the like, on those two high strings.
He was taking advantage of my parent’s very small amount of money, and my 8 year old naïveté. I quit.
I would next move to the snare drum, but eventually went back to the guitar- and I’ve never really left.
Next: The snare drum (or lack there of)