I went to my friend's house one day, and he had an electric guitar he had just bought with a tiny little amp. I turned the volume up to 10 and I hit one chord, and I said, I'm in love.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I just rediscovered my guitar.
Well I was on the one hand, the more I played the guitar the more I began to really love the guitar and to love virtually any kind of music that anybody played well on guitar.
I've always loved the electric guitar: to hold it and work it and hear what it does is unreal.
In the last couple of years I've been picking up my guitar again.
It was my love for the guitar that first got me into music and singing.
My guitar was a loyal person to me.
I picked up a guitar, and I knew what I wanted to do.
I play the guitar a little bit.
I remember one of the first gigs I played with that amp was at a local church. They wanted someone to fill in with the guitar and my friend say, 'Ah, he can play.' And so I dragged the amplifier down and started playing and everybody started yelling 'turn it down!'
My stepfather had an electric guitar. He went to his pawn store one day to get a guitar and an amp, and I couldn't understand what I was hearing. All afternoon, I just sat against the amp and let it reverberate through me. Something must have stuck.