My Guitar Early one Christmas morning in 1976 towards the end of Elvis’s life, career, I was gifted my very first acoustic guitar. Maybe it was because I was born in Tupelo, Mississippi some thirty-six years after Elvis Presley, that made me suited to play and sing with a guitar. Or perhaps because I was born on the same day as the legendary Johnny Cash, exactly thirty- nine years later, to the day, that I would inherit the intense desire to play, write, and sing with a guitar. After an hour of trying to make that little acoustic guitar play and sound the way it did on both of their records, I was unsuccessful. It was then, that something both self- inflicted, and self-destructive would act as judge and jury, delivering a sentence that
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And, there was no intended effect of creative, stage dramatics, involved, whatsoever. But, it was after all, my property, to do with as I pleased.
Even if it were lying in a thousand pieces that Christmas morning in 1976, at 1216 Farley in Forrest City, Arkansas, it was mine. If nothing else, I could already sing and sound just as good as Elvis or Johnny Cash any day of the week! Or, so I was told, (by my mother of course). It wouldn’t be until 1992, and many colorful stories later, I would find myself on a plane headed to Las Vegas to test my vocal ability, in the Entertainment Capitol of the World. I had no intentions of picking up a guitar again. But, as fate would have it, I would sing my way into a job as an engineer in training at a local recording and rehearsal studio, just off the main strip.
I virtually lived in that recording studio as I trained. There was always a guitar at my disposal.
In my spare time, high on meth, I would practice on my boss’s acoustic guitar. I found that in my older age I was better adept at learning to play the guitar. And, a little instruction on simple chord structure, as it relates to finger placement on the guitar, would prove to be quite
And, there was no intended effect of creative, stage dramatics, involved, whatsoever. But, it was after all, my property, to do with as I pleased.
Even if it were lying in a thousand pieces that Christmas morning in 1976, at 1216 Farley in Forrest City, Arkansas, it was mine. If nothing else, I could already sing and sound just as good as Elvis or Johnny Cash any day of the week! Or, so I was told, (by my mother of course). It wouldn’t be until 1992, and many colorful stories later, I would find myself on a plane headed to Las Vegas to test my vocal ability, in the Entertainment Capitol of the World. I had no intentions of picking up a guitar again. But, as fate would have it, I would sing my way into a job as an engineer in training at a local recording and rehearsal studio, just off the main strip.
I virtually lived in that recording studio as I trained. There was always a guitar at my disposal.
In my spare time, high on meth, I would practice on my boss’s acoustic guitar. I found that in my older age I was better adept at learning to play the guitar. And, a little instruction on simple chord structure, as it relates to finger placement on the guitar, would prove to be quite