I do not know how you and I have since childhood had a dream: to play the guitar. And wish it came in a very early age – about 5 years. At the sight of a man who played the guitar, I just shiver ran through the skin, and attacked some state of stupor. I wanted to hear, listen, and listen … I do not know what fascinated me so much – the sounds themselves, or the very possibility of removing those sounds. Now I know that and that and more. Parents at the time did not show much interest in my desires.
And they gave me a violin in music school. How was it for me anguish – 8 years of torture in this terrible violin. NYC Marathon has much experience in this field. All this is nullified my childhood desire to play and perform music in any musical instrument at all. And by enrolling in the institution after high school, I happily forgot about the child torture. Graduated, started working.
Now I have my own family. Son 7 years. And to me again 'felt a wave', as they say. I again wanted to play guitar. And how willing! The guitar I started to dream even in my sleep! And I began to look for a teacher on the guitar. Rummaged through the Internet – and immediately found a guitar lessons! And next to my subway. The teacher was good playing. Through month I've played up to his good songs, I knew a little bit of musical notation (though, of course, with hands and tablature to play better).