My Electric Guitar Experience
I remember being 10 years old and sitting in music class one day. Our teacher, Miss Walker was a rather skilled pianist (at least to me she was) and was about to teach us how to read music sheets. The only thing I learned that day was that every good boy deserves fudge (EGBDF) and FACE.
Now let's fast forward say, 9 years. Last week I was making food and humming one of my favourite Rammstein songs when I heard a little voice inside my head saying, "Every good boy deserves fudge." It took a while before I could figure out where I'd heard that before. Sitting on the couch, reading a guitar how-to book, the phrase hit me in the face as I stared at the page. There stood EGBDF. I clicked. Excited, I ran and told my father for he too had been stumped about where I'd heard it before.
My father informed me that my early birthday present (and for those who haven't done the math, I'll be turning 20) would be what I've been begging for for the past few months. An electric guitar.
The first experience I had with a guitar was a rather nasty one. The lady next door's husband played in the church choir and I found his guitar in the living room. Picking it up, I strummed the strings. The sound was not quite what I expected, so I strummed a little harder. The lady came running into the room, grabbed the guitar and gave me such a stern warning I refused to ever visit her house again!
Weeks ago my father and I went into a music shop. On one side of the wall was acoustic guitars. On another, electric guitars. Another held bass guitars. On the ground next to the wall of bass was a drum and percussion set. I stood in the doorway gob-smacked! I'd never been in a music shop before and this was overwhelming for me.
I walked to the electric guitars and stood staring for five minutes before the shop assistant asked if I needed any help. "Oh I'm just staring.. they're so beautiful.." He must of thought I'd lost my mind as he handed me a Yamaha guitar. I curled my left hand around the neck and the right was softly strumming the guitar. A clear sound came from it and I was pleased. The shop assistant played his style of blues to me and showed me different settings on the amplifier he was using. I was in such awe that I had to be pulled out of the shop. I wanted an electric so bad.
But my father loved acoustic and refused to hear about electric. "It's noisy, expensive and you're not going to be a rockstar." I was disappointed. In fact, so disappointed that I wanted to cry. Not only did my father not believe in me, but he trashed a fantasy I held dear. We fought about it often and so I continued to play my invisible guitar behind closed doors.
Just this past weekend my father sits me down and tells me he's going to buy me an electric guitar. I was shocked and didn't know what to say. "But don't let this affect your computer studies or degree," he said. I nodded, still shell shocked by the reality of it. When he was younger, his father refused to buy him a guitar, saying he'll never be a rockstar or make a career out of music. And so, my father did the same to me. I stormed out of the room in tears after watching a guitar solo with him that was electric and he rolled his eyes and made nasty comments. To me, that hurt and broke my spirit. Furious, my mother told him off. Months later, here I am, waiting for my guitar to be couriered to my hometown.
My next challenge is to read music. I have no knowledge of it and yet there's a fantastic Yamaha keyboard which was owned by my uncle, sitting in the corner of my room. I have no interest in playing it. My heart lies in electric guitars. Sheet music, guitar tabs or playing by ear are the three methods to learn to play guitar. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it.
The guitar pack I'm getting is amazing for a beginner. It's by an Australian company called Ashton. It's got the guitar, an amplifier, picks, guitar strap, guitar bag, dvd on how to play and the cable lead for the amp to the guitar. It's truly amazing and a cheap enough option for those on a budget.
I am not aiming to be a rockstar, but if that is my path then so be it. The world may not need another guitarist but I need to play my heart out for the fear of it being consumed by worldly things.
****Coming soon - More of my experiences of the electric guitar!****