Saying I am unmusical is like saying Donald Trump is un-classy… it kind of goes without saying. I was the kid in music class who was hidden in the back row and told to ‘just mouth the words’. In the it came time to pass out instruments … triangle.
So, when I signed my kids up for guitar class a couple years ago I was both terrified and thrilled when the guitar instructor invited me to sit in on the lessons and learn as they learned.
But, being a guy who tries to embrace new things, I figured ‘what the hell’ and I said I would give it a shot. It has not been easy… for me. And for the teacher – a super nice guy who used to be a touring folk musician – I’m sure it’s a living Hell. But we’ve developed a ritual that seems to give us each a little pleasure and tries to minimize his suffering, We start each lesson with a beer (most of his clients are kids so I think he sincerely enjoys our Tuesday night beer and chat), we talk about music and life for a while… and when we play music, the song I am playing too is kept at such a high volume it completely drowns out my guitar playing.
And Two years on, I’m getting there. I would not say I’m good, or even decent and it will never, ever come naturally to me. But there has been definite progress and I can play a few decent songs. And most importantly, its gotten to the point that it’s fun. At home I like sitting down with the guitar (I still play the background music loudly enough that I can barely hear my guitar) and playing.