Where The Music Began

Welcome back to my little corner of the internet guys! It’s me, Darren and boy am I glad to see you again. It’s time to get comfortable and dig in. This story is going to be a good one.

As I said, I’ve been playing music for quite a long time. My mom tried to sign me up for all the basic kid classes like karate or soccer, but I never really got into it. By the time I was ten my parents were desperate for me to pick up a hobby so they could have some time to themselves. All the stuff the other kids were into was cool enough, but it never really clicked for me.

Not until we went to our first concert. I remember it like it was yesterday. Dad took me to see The Styx. The music was loud, the crowd was pumping, and there was an energy like I’d never experienced before. Sports games had energy like that, a heavy community feeling of support where everyone felt the win or loss together.

At a concert though, it was contagious. It was like an electric humming through the crowd, and the music caught up with everyone. We all danced and sang along and sweated and smiled at each other. It was glorious. By the end of the concert I knew.

My eyes were shining with excitement when I told mom and dad I wanted music lessons. They were skeptical at first, but I’d never wanted anything more in my ten years of life than that, and they eventually gave in.

They got me one of those dinky little practice guitars from Walmart, the kind that couldn’t hold a proper tune for more than a few hours. I was in love.

Obviously, they didn’t want to commit to something more expensive if I was going to give it up after a few months like everything else. I knew I wouldn’t. They found me a music teacher, some older punk guy who chain-smoked cigarettes and taught me out of his garage. He had a whole set up in there, amps and music and instruments and I learned all the basics from him.

He taught me how to read music, which he said was important if I ever wanted to understand other musicians in a band. Then he taught me to read tabs, which was good for learning songs. I managed to tune my guitar on my own, change my strings, and some low guitar maintenance. Eventually, I was allowed to start learning songs.

He had this idea that you kind of had to earn the right to music, which is why it took so long for me to be able to get to that stage. I still think he was a bit weird, but it’s not like he was wrong. I can play almost any song I hear on the radio without any help, and that was so important to even just looking impressive to the right people.

Wow, okay, so maybe this writing thing isn’t so hard. I was afraid it would be, but I got lost in my own story. It is nice looking back and remembering how I learned, remember what drew me in originally to the whole thing. Everything got so twisted by the end that getting back to the basics might really be what I need.

Alright, I’m going to leave it here for now. Next week we will start getting into the fun part: my issues.