My old foe....

Every ten years or so, I get this urge to learn to play guitar. I know me, and I know that I'll expect to play complicated songs up to tempo within weeks, and I'll be exceedingly frustrated if I don't...so I shouldn't spend any money on this hobby.

Enter this guitar. I played with it when I was a kid, as my mother had the same problem. The last time I visited it was when I was in college. As a vocal performance major, I found myself depending on others to perform...which is terribly inconvenient. I was going to be mistress of all instruments. It was a huge plan. I even tried to play a friend's trombone before I was told by one of my professors to put it down because it sounded like I was torturing waterfowl.

Well, I gave up...and that brings us back to now. It's that time again. It's beat up..but I can't complain because I did it. It's old, but hey..a guitar from the 60's! It has some history...my uncle..who can actually play..has used it a few times. I'm determined this time. We'll see how this shot goes.