My father was a songwriter. So was my daughter. Once I began writing songs for school projects I was hooked. The principle at the school I went to (grade 7/8) kept asking me to play. At the time all I knew was, "House of The Rising Sun" and "Green Green Grass of Home".
Problem is, I never ventured passed the familiar chords and by the time I was twenty-five all the songs I strummed on the guitar sounded the same (to me) except one incredible Italian song that I never really could recall later on.
Anyway... I tried taking piano lessons. Pianos don't like me much. Playing one feels like work. Playing guitar never felt like work. That is why I'm here again. You see, at twenty-five when I put the guitar down because all the sounds I was creating seemed monochromatic (so to speak) I never picked it back up and I've lost the little I did have. Except for writing songs, which I have done all my living days, I have lost the ability to have agility on the guitar. Not that I was ever a great player, but I totally enjoyed the little I knew/could play.
This time, if all goes well, I'd like to really play. I am believing the task possible. I am believing this will happen. ... because 'yes' music is healing. ...and God gave me a love of music.
Thanks for listening.