I started by walking through our living room one day in Jan. 1968. I saw my Dad sitting there playing. I'd seen him playing many times before but for some reason I stopped and asked him if he could teach me how to do that. He said "sure" and taught me some basic chords and a few old country songs. After that, I sat in front of an old turntable trying to figure out CCR (and later Santana) solos. I'll always be grateful to my dear late Dad for being so patient and encouraging yet pushing me (made me learn to tune a guitar, learn barre chords, etc.). He knew how to push me when I needed it yet somehow I never felt "pushed" by him. He was such a strong yet gentle man with the sweetest spirit I've ever known. He was the smallest giant I ever knew and I miss him terribly. Thanks so much for asking this question, Adam! So sorry for the long answer but you've brought back so many wonderful memories for me and I really appreciate that! I'm so grateful that God gave me such a wonderful father (and a Mom who put up with my endless practicing... much to the detriment of my grades!!) who gave me the gift of music! Now, I love to share some of the joy that music has brought me with anyone who's interested. Thanks again and I wish you all the best!
No problem, thanks for the memory!