I grew up in a musical family. My mom’s dad played the violin, her step-mom played the flute, and she played the piano and organ.
I started playing the piano at age 2 and the violin at age 6, and I started singing at age 10.
When I was a freshman at Texas A&M University in 1973, one of my second-semester housemates played the guitar. I was so jealous of him because he could take his guitar anywhere with him and play and sing. I couldn’t take a piano anywhere, although pianos are in many places, and I certainly wasn’t going to take my violin to some of the places that Dale—we’ll call him Dale since that’s his name—took his guitar.
I have always dreamed of playing the guitar but never took it up. Life got in the way of doing too many new things, and the new things that I chose to do usually helped pay the bills. No time for new hobbies and such.
Here is one of my favorite songs about guitars and the art of playing them:
“Juke Box Hero” by Foreigner, 1981
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