Personal Narrative: Acoustic Guitar

I first stared playing guitar when I was thirteen. An old friend of mine decided to give me his old acoustic guitar, and show me some of the basics. First, he showed me two of the easiest chords, G and E. At first, it was hard for me to transition from G to E, but after some practice, I was starting to get the hang of it. After that, my friend showed me how to play the intro to the song, Come As You Are by Nirvana. It was pretty easy; just three notes, no chords. We played it over and over again. The other parts of the song were a lot harder, and I wasn't ready to play those parts. My friend told me to just keep playing and practicing. Not long after that, I moved to the Bay Area. Fortunately, I met other people who played guitar. Some them played in downtown Mountain View for money. Others played in bands and toured all over the Bay Area. Some were really good, and others were plain terrible. They showed me how to play power chords, which are a lot easier than regular chords. They also showed me how to tune the …show more content…
It was pretty frustrating. I could hear the music in my head, but my fingers couldn't cooperate. For whatever reason, I was having trouble using my pinkie finger. Without the pinkie, most chords would sound flat or dull. Most of the time I would just give up. Another thing that was frustrating, was that one of my friends started playing guitar right around the time I met him. He was already better than me after just one year. I was a little jealous, of course. Every time I went over to his house, he had the guitar in his lap. He would play as I talked to him. I told him, “Wow man, you picked it up fast.” In the back of my mind, I'm screaming my fucking head off. It's important to mention that I hardly took time to practice. All I wanted to do was hang out with my friends. The reason my friend got so good, was because he hardly put his guitar down. He only put it down when he would go to