I started guitar lessons again last week and had my second lesson today (thanks to
Andy!) after about a 25 year break. I took lessons once at a community center back in the OC, but I only fooled around with it from time to time. I don't understand why being able to play has always been such a desperate desire, but not enough to get me to follow through. I guess I'm just not self-disciplined enough to just sit down and figure it out on my own, and having a wife that's so good at both singing and playing has almost made me feel like I could vicariously or something.
Anytime I watch someone else play I have always thought, gosh I wish I could do that. Inheriting my Grandpa's guitar was the incentive that I needed though. I started to check into lessons and there was supposed to be a class at the church, but it seems to have evaporated for the summer. Fortunately, Andy volunteered to work with me in the meantime, and then I got home and Birgit helped me too. Now let's see if I can at least be self-disciplined enough to keep it up!