I really didn't even have time to get that many lessons, to be honest, because I was suddenly on the road. I was kind of thrown in the deep end. But that wasn't a bad thing when I look back at it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I didn't want to teach. I wanted to act. It was quite a long and difficult road to get there but very thrilling when I did.
After about six months, I told my mother that I wanted the lessons to stop, and she was intelligent enough not to force me to continue. Besides, the lessons cost money, which was anything but abundant in our household.
Lessons didn't really work out for me, so I went to the old school, listening to records and learning what I wanted to learn.
Some of the things I did in my early career were massive learning curves because I had no one to guide me. You learn very quickly because it costs you torment and trouble.
I took lessons for about everything you could imagine - gymnastics to karate to flute and piano. My mom always definitely kept me in some kind of class or program, but for guitar, I kinda gave up on then kinda just taught myself. Same thing with piano. I've never been good with following lessons.
I never was good at learning things. I did just enough work to pass. In my opinion it would have been wrong to do more than was just sufficient, so I worked as little as possible.
My experiences have taught me a lot and I'm happy with my learnings, if not with what I went through to learn.
We're put here on Earth to learn our own lessons. No one can tell you what your lessons are; it is part of your personal journey to discover them. On these journeys we may be given a lot, or just a little bit, of the things we must grapple with, but never more than we can handle.
I never had lessons. Used to try to play to records, which I hated doing. Still can't play to them.
I've had all the lessons I could get. I've learned from everybody I've ever met.