Starting young

Discussion in 'V.C.'s Parlor' started by TomL, May 19, 2017.

  1. TomL

    TomL Squier-Nut

    My dad has been digging out old photos.
    It looks like I started younger than I thought!

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    That's my Mam's Yamaha, which I now have.
  2. so1om

    so1om Squier-holic

    Feb 10, 2010
    I like how you control that ball of light.
  3. Davis Sharp

    Davis Sharp Squier-holic

    Jan 7, 2016
    Maryland, USA
    Obviously checking the neck for straightness and relief.
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  4. Brever

    Brever Squier-holic

    Oct 5, 2015
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  5. I certain I did the same thing since guitars where always around our house. I tried to teach my grandson last year when he was 12. Instantly complained of sore finger tips ... my response was, "no pain no gain". He's never touched it since. Video games are much easier on the tender fingers of todays children.

    Cheers, Barrie.
  6. TomL

    TomL Squier-Nut

    Yeah, the sore finger tips put me off for a while! But I came back round and managed to spend time as teenager playing guitar and video games too.

    I'm not a huge gamer, but I do enjoy them. A lot of games these days are not only great to play, but have really good and intricate stories - as good as TV or films.
  7. duceditor

    duceditor Dr. Squier

    May 29, 2014
    The Monadnocks, NH USA
    Exposure in youth is a very fine thing. To music. To sports. To arts. To literature. To science.

    Sometimes a child discovers that they share their parent's interest. Other times not.

    It doesn't matter -- well, at least as I see it. That exposure allows them the opportunity. Their heart can take it from there.

    My parents bought an old piano for my older sister, and then when I reached a certain age signed me up for lessons too.

    No thank you!

    Then they borrowed a clarinet from an uncle who played and signed me up for lessons on that.


    When at age 13 or 14 my best buddy started playing guitar I asked my folks if I could have one. Then it was their turn to speak. "No. We gave you the opportunity to learn two instruments and you did not follow through on either." So I saved my lawn-mowing money -- even lining up a few additional lawns to mow -- and bought my own. An inexpensive piece of junk with action a half inch high.

    Bad action be damned. Bloody fingers? So what! I was determined and made rapid and steady progress.

    My industry impressed my dad. When it proved enduring he offered to purchase me a decent instrument and to get me lessons if I wished them.

    That time my answer was different. "Yes, thank you!"

    Some fifteen or so years later it was my turn. I taught my own son starting at age five. To play. To read music. He had fun for a time. Got good enough even to play at a family friend's wedding. But then quit and went on to other things.

    He was being he. I was a bit disappointed, but fine with it.

    When he was playing I set standards re practice time, and set aside plenty of time for duets and the like.

    Now, well into his forties, he does the same for me with his interests. "Come on pops -- you can learn to do this!"

    Uh huh.

    Ob bla di ob la da life goes on...

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