...I can go back to singing in church, and picking up a viola in the
third or fourth grade. I could *only* play the viola by sight reading.
I can remember being forced into piano and organ lessons as a kid and
hating them. I remember picking up a sax, breaking a finger in gym, and
being glad for the excuse to put the sax down. That was about 5th
grade...I didn't touch another instrument or even care to pay much
attention to music from then until I got to college.
In the fall of '77 I picked up a guitar for the first time...and taught
myself how to play it by just hanging out with other players, and by
copying records. I played constantly...some people's parents say they
can't recall a time I didn't have a guitar in my hands when they came to
visit. I noodled for about a year, then started sitting in with other
bands in the basement. Then I formed my own band and held it together
for about three years. I went out and watched a lot of live music and
hung out with a lot of working musicians. I never took a formal guitar
lesson, never re-learned how to read sheet music, and loved playing just
for the sake of it.
Then I graduated, got a job, and moved around the country. Playing
guitar turned into a full-fledged hobby...something I just throw money
at because I have it to do so. I've fallen out of love with most of the
music released today - I just plain don't hear the things in the music
of today that inspired me to pick up a guitar in the first place. My
health turned...playing has become a bit of a chore in that for the
first time people have started nagging at me to play on time that wasn't
of my own choosing, and/or on my own terms - which isn't why I play in
the first place. So I don't play much anymore other than under my own
roof, or in friend's living rooms. Which suits me just fine.
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- Rufus