My Lovin' Guitar

I remember the summer i first decided to pick up a guitar. It would be one of the best choices I ever made in my life. My dad gave me three chords to start learning since he had been an avid player back in his day. I quickly took off from there passing my dads level in a matter of weeks. It was as if I had always known how to play. The guitar felt so comfortable in my arms. For me to play was my fate that I gladly accepted.

By the end of that summer I was playing every song I heard. The endless hours of practicing was paying off. Practicing guitar was never a burden to me though. It was a release from everything. The simple alignment of notes could take me farther that I have ever been before.

I have never stopped playing since that summer. I remember staying up for hours just playing. I would go online and look up different picking patterns and chord structures. I always learned a lot better when teaching myself. If I was teaching myself then that meant I really enjoyed what I was learning.

As I continued to grow in learning how to play guitar I decided that maybe getting a teacher would help even more. It was a completely different experience all together. I found it harder and harder to make myself practice. Their was nothing like the freedom of finding out myself what to learn. Needless to say, I quit after a few weeks of lessons. Even though I didn't like the lessons, it did teach me a lot about the basics and small details I overlooked.

Every guitarist basically has the same dream. The dream that one day he will be able to tour the world playing the music he loves. Of course this can not be accomplished without a band. My search began freshman year of high school. I found it hard to find decent musicians. I joined many bands, excited with my find, only to be disappointed by the quality of their playing. When I did finally find decent musicians I always moved to a different location because