I've always admired people that could play an instrument. When I was about 7 years old, I had this hippie teacher in school that would sit us around the mat on the floor and play guitar while we sang. (I think she was the first person I ever fell in love with.) Listening to her play touched a chord in me...I'd close my eyes and hear every note...it was really magical.
As I got older it seemed that everyone that was slightly alternative, creative or somehow non-conformist were muso's...It was that 'rebel' image I was attracted to...
Today, it's the sound of the guitar that inspires me. The purity of the note, or the tweek in the chord...Have you ever noticed how someone that can really play the guitar, closes their eyes? That's where I want to be with my playing...I want to go where they go...
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