Re: The Well XLVIII: Rex, self appointed king of the Anterwebs wanted dead or alive!
What made you want to pick up the guitar?
It's hard to say. There are stories that I was dropped on my head when I was very young and I am pretty sure my mother was drinking heavily in the 9 months before I was born. Lead paint was very prevalent in 1963 and my father always made me eat the red M&Ms.
Speaking of that guy, my dad played since he was 12 and some of my earliest memories are of him playing guitar and seeing him leave the house for guitar lessons with his tweed Supro guitar case. When I was 5 or 6 I remember asking him to teach me to play guitar but he said my hands were still too small. I figured he was putting me on because I had been watching him and I thought I could probably do that.
I was bitten by the bug early and by 3rd grade I was already starting to learn my way around the guitar. I don't think I knew much more than a C chord back then but hey I was playing! I was actually getting somewhere by 12 and during Xmas break of 8th Grade I played 8 hours a day until my fingers bled and I left it on the guitar because I thought that was cool.
I got after piano very young as well and did my best to teach myself how to play by learning popular music and digging out chord shapes. I don't think that it was guitar so much as making music in general and I played trumpet in middle and high school, winning a couple State awards for solo trumpet in jazz band in high school.
No matter what has happened in my colorful and now getting longer life, I always did something musical. It has always been a part of my life and I never really had a choice in the matter. The couple of times I tried to walk away from music I was always miserable and drawn back to it.
Looking for love and approval from my father? Maybe so but it hits me on a deeper level than that. It really is a part of who I am.