A LITTLE BIT ABOUT…how the guitar bug bit me BIG TIME
Yeah guitars….. Theres not too many things on the planet that are as cool as these guys. Im going to rattle on a little bit here about my introduction to guitars and the effect that they have had on me. Im goin way back. I suspect that theres a few of you out there that will understand the following and may remember similar times.
As a 5 year old kid, I had already kind of figured out just how special this instrument would be to me. The lure of it dangled right out there in front of me, was almost intoxicating, and seemed as if it was there just for me. I was destined to discover the magic which the guitar was and is, so readily available to share with me, as I got closer to it. I think most young kids, if put into the same room as a guitar, cant help but be drawn to it, almost as if there was some type of magnetic attraction. There really is a strong desire to want to get their hands on it. Ive witnessed this more times than I can count.
I remember the excitement of the first guitar that I actually touched… It wasnt an expensive guitar by any means. It belonged to one of my uncles who was living with us at the time. He would always warn me when he was getting ready to leave the house. Whatever you do, dont touch my guitar. I knew it wasnt locked up, but so readily accessible and inviting. The guitar lay on its back, without a case, underneath his bed, calling me, to come, just a little bit closer… the forbidden fruit.
I viewed his warning not as a caution, threat, nor a test of obedience, but rather as an invitation to the sheer ecstasy which might be mine. It would usually last until the time I would hear my uncles car return home. That was just the beginning. Just to run my fingers across the strings. The sound. That tone. I needed nothing else at the moment. Satisfaction was mine, for a short while, and would once again be mine, just as soon as the next time that he would leave the house again. As I think back, it was quite amazing how much time I spent reaching underneath that bed, just to feel the touch of and hear the sound of the strings.
During those days there was a hit song out on the radio that I managed to get my parents to buy for me. The song was El Paso by Marty Robbins. The wonderful lead guitar in that song was played by a member of the Nashville A Team, Grady Martin. It remains to be one of my favorite guitar lead parts to this day. What a great combination of notes, one right after the other, and then the groupings of two or more at a time. Tasteful bliss! (The lead guitar part here is so very fine. Even at that age I knew what a sweet lead guitar part sounded like.)
I managed to do okay without a guitar until that fateful evening of February 9th, 1964. I was less than two weeks away from my ninth birthday and would probably have been okay if my two older brothers hadnt turned on the T.V. The two of them, being three and four years older than I was, knew exactly what every teenager of the day was talking about. Yes, it was The Ed Sullivan