With Hindsight...

There are two things that, with hindsight, I really wish I had started when I was a child, either of my own volition or as the result of pushy parents (mine definitely weren't)! One of those is learning to play an instrument, the other I'll tell you about another time. It's obvious that it would have been useful to my songwriting to be able to play either the piano or the guitar, but it's always been one of those things I've 'never got round to' or 'don't have time for' or 'haven't got the patience for'. That last one... patience... that's a real big one for me. I'm used to becoming reasonably competent at things relatively quickly and if I don't, I really struggle to keep going. Well, I still don't really have time for it but, as you know, I've decided that I'm going to learn to play the guitar.

Luckily, my good friend and co-writer/producer, Clive Rogers, is also a guitar teacher (bonus I know!) and he has risen to the challenge of teaching me how to play. Now we all know that children learn at a much faster rate than adults. Unfortunately for me, as much as I hate to believe it, I am apparently an adult. Yes, I'm thinking the same thing as you - when did that happen?! This means that I'm unlikely to pick up the skills I need overnight... damn. However, with consistent practice (I'm aiming for 15 minutes a day if my resident small person allows it) I should see improvement.  I'm a bit off my target at the moment at more like 15 minutes twice a week than every day but everyone has to start somewhere right? The good news is improvement has actually been seen which has surprised me and given me just a little bit of hope that I might get there eventually.

I watch those that have been playing the guitar for years, see how smoothly and easily they create amazing sounds, and have to remind myself that there is an incredible amount of hard work behind it. I have to remind myself that, one day, my horrendously uncoordinated fingers on my left hand will naturally make the right shapes and press the right strings in a completely different rhythm to my equally uncoordinated right hand, which will eventually strum as if it has been doing it since birth. And then, just to make it even harder on myself, I not only want to be able to play the guitar to an acceptable standard, I also want to be able to sing at the same time, in a different rhythm and different notes to want my hands are playing. If only I had started when I was a child...

I was probably a tad young to start playing at this point!

So, pushing hindsight aside and taking the bull by the horns, this is not going to be an easy task, but, according to Clive, I should be able to accompany myself in six months to a year. Now where's that patience...


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