When I was a kid, third grade maybe, my parents gave me a guitar for Christmas. It wasn’t exactly a toy, but it was made out of plastic. The cool thing about it was this rectangular gizmo that I could strap to the fretboard. When I pushed down the buttons it would form chords. I immediately set about annoying everyone I knew with my playing and singing. Unfortunately, my prized musical instrument broke after a few months and my parents didn't seem to be in a big hurry to replace it. Finally, however, I got a real guitar when I was fifteen. Storytellers talk about “finding your voice” and, to tell you the truth, I’m still struggling. My journey started with that plastic guitar which led to a real guitar and then to songwriting.
Storytellers talk about “finding your voice” and, to tell you the truth, I’m still struggling. My journey started with that plastic guitar which led to a real guitar and then to songwriting.
