I hadn't planned on having a guitar lesson today, but I did. In fact, I wasn't even signed up for guitar lessons but my daughter Katie has them on Saturday afternoons. She was a bit under the weather this afternoon so I showed up with my guitar in hand and the instructor was more than willing to have me fill the time slot. He was getting paid, of course, so that was probably the extent of his enthusiam. He certainly had not heard me play. Katie (that's her over on the left) has been taking lessons since last summer and I've listened to many of them. I last took lessons over 30 years ago and had promised myself that if I didn't get serious with the guitar by the time I was 50, I would do it then.
I got a jump start on that this last Christmas when my wife got me a Seagull S6+CW guitar. It wasn't really a surprise since I had picked it out and purchased it in early December but, hey, I can pretend. Since then I've been learning a few chords, buying books, and nursing sore fingers. This is all a challenge to me since I have been variously described by supposed loved ones as "arythmic", "amelodic", and "dis-lyric". So I took the lesson, I asked a lot of questions, strummed a little bit, and ultimately ageed to start regular lessons next Saturday right before Katie's. I figured that I've sat through a lot of hers, she can sit through mine. Of course, she's playing electric guitar and so is the cool one, but anything I learn will be worth it.[Read More]