Blog #2 The Journey Begins, my First Guitar

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Every journey has a beginning, right? Well my guitar journey started not with guitar at all, but with a piano. When I was a very young boy, it was apparent that my birth parents (I'm adopted) were very short of stature. My hands and fingers were so small, that I had trouble holding a pencil. Hand/eye coordination improvement was a priority for my parents, as it soon became apparent that my curious mind moved faster than my hands could. As far back as I can remember, I was playing piano. I was at first educated by the Suzuki method. No, this wasn't a method learned on a motorcycle, but it might as well have been. The "method" included 5 variations of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" each with increasingly difficult arpeggios. Also, I had to listen to a record at night which drove the music into my subconscious; maddening, if i do say so.

Eventually, my parents found a more traditional music/piano teacher, and I took lessons and was classically trained in piano and music theory. I performed in countless recitals, and learned the "classics". I really enjoyed Beethoven and Bach the most. Very challenging and emotional.

It wasn't long until my musical interests branched out. I mentioned that i would like to try guitar, and was discouraged by my parents and others, saying my fingers were too short. Nonetheless someone (I think it was my dad) purchased me a Plastic Emenee Tiger similar to the one pictured above and right (except mine was sunburst). I played it alot, building up callouses and learning some basic chords over the years. The guitar's limitations became obvious though, and I soon wanted an electric guitar...