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My grandmother bought me my first guitar when I was 4 or 5, a cheapo department store acoustic jobbie. I started taking lessons at home when I was 8 or 9 from our school music teacher who was a nice hippie lady that lived on the dirt road way back around the way from our house on another dirt road. I remember learning "Shake Rattle and Roll", "Monster Mash" and some other cool easy tunes. My sister and I played once or three times in front of our church congregation. It was easy to get the gig since the teacher was also the church organist. Truly the beginning of almost, somewhat, sort of, nearly greatness.
The hippie music teacher migrated to some other dirt road too far away to do home lessons in our area and I picked up the High School Music teacher who wanted to teach classical guitar, scales, blah, blah, blah. I couldn't be bothered to practice scales and sort of let the guitar go. He kept hinting at the quality of my guitar and, probably with good intentions, called it a toy. That was sort of the end for almost 25 years.
Last year, my wife decided to buy me a guitar for my birthday and I elected to pick up an entry model Fender acoustic to see how long I would remain interested without blowing away too much money on a living room decoration. I was surprised chords came back to life in minutes of playing around G, C, D, Em, Am, . . . No proper songs yet, but I picked up the old strumming patterns and basic chord transitions. Then I created my own version of "Rumble." I was hooked.
Enter the remorse. I wished I had picked up an electric guitar instead. I found myself going to the guitar shops and coveting used $750 to $1,000 Fender Strats and Les Pauls, which still entry level to some players, were well beyond what I could justify spending. Add an amp, some effects and we're well past the $1,000 territory. No thanks. But geez, I really, really wanted them. Who could say "no" to the Fender reverb unit and a 60's strat so I could wail out "Miserlou" just like Dick Dale?
Then I saw this video on YouTube. It totally changed my perspective, and led me to this site. I will never forget this was the first video I saw on CBGs.
So I digress to the title of this post. I've been into a handful of Guitar Centers, some smaller independent guitar shops and the hallowed House of Guitars in Rochester, NY. The overwhelming response to bringing up the CBG topic is either "aw, ain't that cute" to a smug look down the nose. Well, with no due respect. . . F U and your $1,000 guitars.
My sister was visiting for the weekend and I got to play a little bit through my $79 Fender Champ tube amp. The response was an immediate smile and "HFS Dude!" Yeah, we grew up in the country. We're a little rough around the edges sometimes.
I couldn't be happier since my wife brought guitars back to me and that YouTube video for showing me what a dirty, nasty, awful sound you could make on your own for just a few bucks.
I saw Shane Speal reply to someone's post "Play it like a BAMF." I'd just add to it a bit. "Play it like a BAMF, even if you can't yet." I'm still practicing.
And screw your attitude, if ya got one.