Sidingsound

An anniversary of sorts

Just time—in-between daughter-entertaining, studying-and-writing for next OU course assignment and hoping that all this penicillin will kill off the horrid throat infection I've been enduring since the weekend—to mark something of a milestone: on this day, exactly twenty-one years ago, I planted myself beside my bedroom record-player (for that it was—dates me a bit, I know) with my mum's Spanish guitar and her Mick Abrahams tutor record, and let Mick's voice guide me through my very first guitar chords. Even then, I wondered how long I'd keep at it.

Suffice it to say, over two decades later, I'm still strummin' and pickin', and have even added the odd other instrument to the roster (though if they've got strings and frets too, that helps). I count learning the guitar as one of the better decisions I've made, not least because it's often been a kind of escape for me—probably less so now than in the past, as I feel generally more content and comfortable with myself these days than has sometimes been the case. But there's a whole other post there; just not this time...

So, will I reach for the guitar tonight and, for old-time's sake, try and imagine how I strained to finger those first G and C chords? It's hard to say, what with all the other calls on my time, but... well, you know, I just might do that.

"One, two, three: dum-ching, dum-ching, dum-ching..."

Labels: guitar

posted by Tim @ 23:25