When I was 18, my parents gave me a guitar for my birthday.
I tried to learn to play it, but, at 18, I think I didn’t have the patience. I was too busy trying to get laid, I think…
Years later, faced with growing frustration at work, and my daughter Maia’s disability, I was looking for some sort of stress-relief. For some reason, I picked up the guitar.
I progressed more rapidly, partly because I had more patience, partly because I worked hard at it because I found some release in it, but a great part of my success was because Maia encouraged it. She would perk up and smile and laugh and squeal with joy when I played. So I played a LOT.
After a year or so, I decided that I wanted a higher quality guitar, and After shopping around, I settled on a used Taylor 810.