I’ve been playing guitar for over 40 years, self taught, I’m ok, sometimes I even impress myself but to be honest I don’t know half the theory or techniques. My style is my own but I did go to a lesson last year with the promise to continue, it never happened. I don’t know why. I convince myself that I like the creative and it is my expression, my outlet, my scream at the world from the loneliness at the top of summit.
I fear if I go to lessons, to learn how to play guitar, or write, or art, or sound engineer or some of the other hobbies I indulge in I will lose the essence of that personal part of it, that is me. It’s not even pride or showing off as the fruits of my labour are not seen by many, and if they are and they attract attention I can easily delete and hide again. It’s my personal outlet, the writing of my diary…
However, next week I am going to my second ever guitar lesson. I impressed the first tutor, he assumed I must know certain weird chords he named and scales and what not, I was too embarrassed to actually ask what the hell he was talking about. This time, I will.
I don’t wish to meet the devil on the crossroads to learn the blues, but a jam with Robert Johnson would be heaven.








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