Remembering

May 21st, 2009 by admin

Seventeen years ago my dad bought me my first guitar from an old man who sold used guitars on our street. He had an array of vintage acoustic guitars from the 30′s and some pretty sunburst ones that I remembered were way too big for my hands and made me look like the tiniest person alive.  I longed to play them all, but I didn’t know any songs or chords for that matter. I got lessons for a few years but gave it up when my dad died. I started playing again this week, I think I might try and play more. He would have liked that.

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