I
couldn’t afford lessons but had a burning desire to learn how
to play the guitar. So I decided to
teach
myself. I spent nearly all of any free and not-so-free time
fantasising about being a guitarist Weekends, school holidays
and many a sports class were spent frequenting music stores
where I
could
watch professional players noodle and where I could sit and play
instruments whose price tag assured ownership only in my dreams.
I listened incessantly to music over the media of the day
I
listened to blues and jazz and flamenco and folk and, most of
all, rock. I just listened and
watched
like a sponge with an endless thirst
My
first guitar was an unnamed slim-bodied, f-hole, cutaway
acoustic guitar probably built in the
1950s.
It was given to me by my brother-in-law along with a copy of Bob
Dylan’s A Retrospective
songbook.
The guitar had only two or three strings and I had no money to
buy a whole set
Until,
one day, me and three other kids found a wallet with money in it
and my quarter share
was
just enough to buy a set of strings
I
went to the local library and borrowed any book I could find
relating to music and in
particular
the guitar.
Soon
I could string chords together and come up with the odd riff. I
penned
dozens
and dozens of songs, which one day my father mistook for scrap
paper and threw out
Just
as well really, because in hindsight they were all pretty woeful
attempts
Singing
was something I taught myself as well. The first few years I
tried singing but, being a huge
Dylan
fan, it all sounded very nasal, not that I think Dylan’s
singing is nasal, mind you
It
was some years before I discovered my diaphragm
Somewhere
along the way I also discovered various other instruments that I
learned to make
noise
from. In the main, stringed instruments such as mandolin, lute,
bouzouki, ukulele, etc
tenor
banjo being a recent addition
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