My Love Affair With Guitars – I have been faithful to them all

My guitars
I started learning to play guitar in the late 60’s while listening to Hendrix on an AM radio with a single mono ear bud.

But long before that, I was (or thought I was) Roy Rogers, the Singing Cowboy! I couldn’t imagine a better fate than to ride around on Trigger, with my dog and companion Bullet along-side, singing songs, catching the bad guys, saving everyone who was in need, and being loved by all.

My first guitar had been previously abandoned by some young adult living next door to our house, and apparently someone had put their foot through it. Eagerly, I hustled up to the front door, knocked, and asked if he minded my (in true Roy Rogers fashion) rescuing the guitar that had been obviously and mistakenly left on the ground back by his garage…

The prize was mine. Couldn’t believe my good fortune having been the first to notice it back by the trash.

My second guitar was a creation of my own mind and hands. My father brought a peach-crate home from the grocery store he managed at the time, and I quickly disassembled it, as would any ten-year-old, and reassembled the pieces into a version of a guitar upon which I stretched three, looped rubber bands.

My rubber band guitar had not been crushed, and now had strings that I could change with reckless abandon, in the fashion I imagined done by wealthy rock-stars, who cared nothing about the cost of a new set of strings.

It was that rubber-band guitar I first used to play along with not only the Beatles, but Clapton and Hendrix. No longer a singing cowboy, I was now a full-fledged rock-star.

The secret to a career as a sideman for the biggest stars, is to turn the record-player up sufficiently loud that while you flail away on your guitar, you can tell you have the rhythm down pat because it feels right, but you cannot hear your guitar. It was amazing. No doubt I was a ten-year-old virtuoso.

That was working wonderfully, until a friend wanted to listen to me jam, and while jamming, turned down the record player.

Rock was meant to be played loud, and because of that simple fact, it was several years before I realized I could not play guitar. Not a single verse, chorus, refrain…not even a chord, certainly not an entire song. What a drag. My career was dying before my eyes.

After my shame subsided, I convinced my parents of six-children, to buy a guitar for their eldest son.

That year for Christmas, I received my first, in-tact, real guitar…a nylon string classical. You know the kind. The type of guitar that no budding rock-star, anywhere, ever asked for.

It was two years before I learned how to tune my guitar, but in the mean time, I practiced doing single string melodies.

I didn’t know another guitar player near my age until high-school, by which time I had taught myself how to finger-pick (guitar and banjo) and flat-pick a few songs by ear. I would just keep moving the needle on the record player back and forth until I figured out what I thought they were doing.

My family recounts to this day, their enjoyment in hearing me play the same melodious guitar licks, repetitively, non-stop, for days/weeks/months depending on who tells the story of my glory.

Loves Lost
(a few of my lost but not forgotten loves)

Sadly, I don’t have a single photo of me with my first guitars, but I do know the whereabouts of my first electric – my son has it, and it sits about forty-feet from me as I key in this post.

Here’s my favorite embarrassing shot of me [playing banjo while wearing a bullfighter’s hat. …don’t ask, I don’t have a good answer why…I was a teen in the 70’s, that’s why?!?
Playing banjo circa 1976

Although life has a habit of derailing many dreams, I never lost my love affair with guitars.

I love their curves, the scent of unfinished wood from the interior of an acoustic, the feel of the neck as one moves from caressing it to conquering it over the decades, the wonderful and rich harmonics they murmur or shout that occasionally surprise me to this day.

Every guitar, including inexpensive models that many might ignore, have at least one song that is waiting to be coaxed out of it. One song that only that guitar could have inspired its lover to find.

I never stopped playing. While building a world-wide semiconductor company, flying over 200K miles per year for business, I continued to find new and lovely pieces of playable art and to play.

A few years ago, I had a couple of strokes (could no longer play) and was told I’d to expect to live perhaps up to three months.

I won’t bother you with details. Yes, I Survived, but my memory was shot and my left hand wouldn’t cooperate, so I had to re-learn how to play. Started practicing in earnest in December of 2011, and recorded my progress. Eventually, I started uploading them recordings to YouTube figuring that the videos of my re-learning favorite licks/solos and songs might be useful to some who were also learning.

So now I have the GuitarLicksAndTabs YouTube channel and post the guitar tablature that I write for each here on my blog.

Because some find the videos and tab to be of use, I now have played guitar (even if poorly, or only a lick or solo) in front of over 225,000 people on YouTube, and have over 600 YouTube guitarists following me for my monthly lessons.

Funny that this was not the vision I had of being famous for playing guitar, and although not actually famous, who would have thought after my strokes and disability that I’d be only weeks away from a quarter-million people having seen me play?

My passion for guitar only grows, and the dream never dies, it evolves and matures.

Peace
Rick
 
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15 comments on “My Love Affair With Guitars – I have been faithful to them all

  1. What a remarkable journey!
    I got my first a couple of months back, and have been trying to learn using internet. I am not able to give lot of time, but I am regular.

    Certainly hope to learn from, and be inspired by, you 🙂

    • Long ago, I learned that thirty-minutes each day was worth more than playing three-hours on Saturday. Being regular is the biggest obstacle to growth for most, and you seem to have that conquered.

      Well done!

    • Wonderful hobby. Have you noticed that Fender now sells “pawn-shop” guitars?

      They are a line of guitars mixing/matching necks/bodies/pick-ups in the kinds of combinations found in pawn-shops, or that we would like to find in pawn-shops, and they are relatively inexpensive.

      Thank you for stopping by!

  2. I have been wanting to play guitar since I saw the Beatles and Elvis on the Ed Sullivan show. I finally bought a guitar a few years back I can’t afford lessons so I watch youtube videos. Most are not even worth watching, but yours. I have learned so much from you with your videos and tabs. The tabs are especially helpful. Thank You so very much for all you do.

    • Thank you for your kind words, they are greatly appreciated.

      To date, I’ve posted about a half-dozen or so Beatles licks/songs, and I plan to do more, but that will be a while. It’s taking me quite a while to get the slide solo for ZZ TOP’s Tush down pat, then I’m going to post either or both: Jessica / Blue Sky by the Allman Brothers.

      The plan after that was probably Crossfire solo by SRV, and maybe another Led Zeppelin piece.

      Again, thank you for stopping by and taking the time to comment!

  3. My dad was a big Roy Rogers fan too so I learned guitar by playing cowboy songs. Then, like you, I discovered rock and roll. My first rock icon was Phil Keaggy but I soon found Joe Satriani and I was hooked. My first electric was stolen, though (it was a Fender Strat) but now I’ve got a cheap Ibanez that gets the job done when I need to get loud.

    I’m glad you were able to re-learn to play. I really enjoy your videos.

  4. Roy was a tough act to follow. By all accounts, he seemed to be a genuinely caring, honest man….in show biz no less.

    Satch is an amazing guitarist, you did well with that choice. I must admit that I don’t recall Phil Keaggy. I just googled him and it didn’t help. Now, I don’t know if I was ever aware of him, or if he is just one more of the many things I can no longer recall following the strokes.

    Thanks for the kind word, and taking the time to make your comment!

    • Although I love your enthusiasm, both you and I know I don’t play “really well,” but I enjoy playing, so that makes up for my playing. I do want to thank you for stopping by and commenting. You were one of the first people to follow my blog, and for that, I also thank you.

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  6. Guitar saved my life. Not just the music, the collecting, trading and repairing the instruments and gear. It was a positive addiction. Just me and my gear is a poor man’s therapy. I thank Sam for introducing me to such a self esteem and confidence builder. He also sold me a large chunk of gear I quickly fixed, mastered and resold. (at a profit…another addiction/hobby) So here’s to a great man with a great philosophy…if your jamming, you are not doing things to get arrested.

    Lots of Love,
    Jeff Nelson
    jdartstart@gmail.com

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