
The road ahead
I’m sitting here next to a strange instrument, or at least strange to me. My new guitar. Oh! You didn’t know that I had a guitar or that I played?! Well, I didn’t have one until today and no, I don’t play.
I am going to start taking lessons this week. It is a pretty inexpensive guitar as far as guitars go. Looking at the various prices, $99 – $3,000+, for acoustic guitars can be daunting; however, having the guidance of a good teacher in this regards is priceless.
My teacher met me today at a guitar studio where he teaches. They also sell a few guitars there too, but he has nothing to do with the store other than renting a space. Surprisingly, the guitars there were very competitively priced. He asked the owner what he had in stock, he picked out a couple of them up, played them a little bit, rejected one of them as bad and possibly having a manufacturing defect, then gave one to me and said that it was a great sounding guitar. He should know, he’s been playing for over 30 years. I knew enough to know that I knew absolutely nothing.
I was prepared for big sticker shock. The owner said that that particular guitar was on clearance. List price was $375, clearance price, $135. I said, immediately, I’ll take it! So now I’m the proud owner of an Avondale guitar, an instrument that I’ve wanted to play for a long time, but never had or took the time to learn. Now is the time.
The ‘experts’ say that you become an expert at something after practicing it for 10,000 hours. Well, I’m on hour zero right now. As my lessons won’t start until sometime later this week, possibly, if he has an opening, I’ve not started the timer just yet. I did strum on it a bit, though. Now I have that daunting newbie feel. It’s hard to believe that I ever felt this way with a camera, but I know that I did. Now that old feeling is back. A feeling of newness, confusion, a small amount of anxiety, and a lot of excitement.
I met a lady in the store who said that she’s been playing for 6 months and she loves it. She showed me her fingertips. They were pretty well calloused and you could see impressions of where the strings fit perfectly! She started playing at age 50 and was shunned by her family because they were all classical pianist and she just wasn’t into it. She just wanted to play for fun. They couldn’t understand it so they rejected her and don’t even speak to her. How shallow is that?!
Anyway, hour zero is a fun place to be, full of excitement. Many instruments, when played well, have the ability to transport me into what seems like another dimension. Certainly music is mood altering. I wonder what the creation of music will feel like? I can see myself sitting by the ocean, one day, strumming away in rhythm with the waves. Alas, I must be careful of my expectations and simply enjoy the journey as I have all of these many years with my camera. I never tried to get anywhere. I’ve always just practiced because it was something joyful and fun to do.







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