I'm 14, (in the upper left corner), in Japan at my Recital (Arrggghh!!). The lessons were Dad's idea. Career Marine officer, he liked to try new stuff (still does, at 91, go Dad!). He thought my brother and I should, too. "Yes, Sir!". It was easier that way. I kinda liked the guitar thing ('cept for the Recital). It was classical guitar (gee-tar came later), took lessons for a year, then back to the states, but the finger picking stuck (which came in handy later). Got in a R&R band , The Intruders (yeah, we were pretty intrusive). That's me on the e-lectric in the bottom right pic. Then on to college. But guitar players, everwhar (college was in the South). So I learned bass. I could also sing, including harmonies while playing. Not easy with the bass. Really, ask other guitar/bass players. So I could get gigs pretty easy. Not sure how I made it out of college. It's this musical, party-hardy, Animal House kind of blur. But we didn't hurt anything, 'cept our GPA. Somehow one fine summer day, some guy handed me a degree in something, and I got a teaching job in the hills of Virginia. Folks there did "old timey"/bluegrassy music, and I got back into geet-ar (as they called it). Messed around on the banjo some, invented my own style (more like an ongoing experiment, but fun). Then I did the career thing (don't matter what, just keeps you from your music) and ended up a holler in WV over-looking the Ohio river. Lovely, and quiet. And with the help of a mandolin that came to me there, born the same year I was, I started writing songs. Lots of 'em. Still am. Lots of 'em. CountryCelticFolkaJazzaBilly. Give 'em a listen. On the Home page, and hover Music/CD's. Free Downloads. Everwhar.
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