While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I started playing the guitar my freshman year. My dad had an acoustic that he’d bought when he was a teen ager, I believe. In any case, it was a fairly old guitar. I started taking lessons in January, and learned a few things. I’m a passable player, I suppose, but I often plateau off on things, and don’t go any farther. It’s happened with my art, and it happened with my guitar playing. I just reached a point, and I didn’t go any higher. That drive, that fire that made me want to strive for it in the first place was gone, replaced with a feeling of restlessness. I suppose I got frustrated because I didn’t progress as well as I had wanted to.

But that all changed a few days ago. I mentioned in here that Jason had suddenly decided he was going to teach me piano. In return, he wanted me to teach him what I knew of guitar. I pulled out my electric the day before yesterday and started playing again. Not to mention, I bought a wonderful blue acoustic guitar, and have been playing it.

Jason’s reignited my interest in guitar playing, and I want to progress with it. I want to learn. I saw what he was able to do yesterday with that guitar, and my God! Give him one to practice on, the chords to play, and give him a couple of weeks, and he’ll progress past me! And I don’t want him to. Not out of jealousy, by any means. I would love to see him become a competent guitarist, and from what I’ve seen, that won’t take very long.

I thank him for that, among so many other things. He’s ignited in me something that had become dorment, something that I didn’t think would spark back up to this level. I love him for giving me this back. I owe him for this.

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Ahh! Beatleness. I really think you should practice more if you want to. It would be great to be a guitar and piano player. I suck. But I’m going to take lessons when I get enough money. [DorkAlert]
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Hey there! Could you read my most current entry and tell me what I should maybe do? THANX! [Deep Red Rose]