February 19, 2008
Originally published July 4, 2003
I played guitar today and I taught a 13 year-old boy his first hot licks. He wants a cheap guitar to practice on and he asked me about which one of mine would I sell him for $40.
I laughed and bogged a foot in his ass as I sent him out the door. I don't play $40 guitars anymore. My collection is worth a LOT of money.
Beginners should start with $40 guitars. This boy has potential. I'll check with my friend Willie tomorrow to see what he can rustle up. I may buy it for the boy before he goes back home to Mississippi. A $40 guitar today is better than what I learned on.
I learned to play on an $18 Silvertone ordered from the Sears and Roebuck catalogue. That guitar was a piece of shit, but I learned to play it. After that experience, a NICE guitar was like iced tea in summer. It was cool, comforting and easy to handle. How good would I be today if I had started with a $40 guitar?
I've been listening to music all day and playing along with a lot of it. An Old Friend sent me a CD and I've tripped back in time because of it. If you've never heard of Kim Richey (which I never had before I opened my mail yesterday), you need to. That Bittersweet CD is a heartbreaker. It's my kind of music. It is beautiful and visceral at the same time.
I'm going to bitch-slap my friend the next time I see him. That CD hurts to listen to, but I can't stop. Bejus. Good music does that to me.
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