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Post by LM on Jan 26, 2020 16:54:49 GMT -5
I'm curious about where folks have come from regarding their playing. When did you start? Were you ever in bands? How did you learn?
I'll start. My dad, mom, and older brother played acoustics. My dad actually made a couple of country albums and was always playing. He and my brother were good pickers. When I was a preteen, I'd pick up their guitars and try to play righty, but it wasn't happening. So I'd flip them over and I learned some upside-down chords. By the time I was 12, I'd grown bored with it.
While in the Navy, I walked by a pawnshop downtown San Diego and saw a lefty acoustic in the window. I walked in and bought it on the spot. My high school buddy (he'd joined a year before me) and I shared a flat in Balboa Park. He played some and taught me what he knew. I was so obsessed with it that I was better than him within six months. As Bryan Adams said, I played it till my fingers bled.
I learned with songbooks, playing along with songs, and gleaning whatever I could from other players. Within a couple of years, I was an a band that played parties and such. We were a typical garage band and sounded like it. lol!
I then started playing in our church's worship band when I was around 22-23. Since then, I've been playing lead guitar in worship bands, led a couple of bands, and played in a couple of pickup bands. In my 40's, I became a 'hired gun' for many of the churches in our area when they needed a lead guitarist. At 60 now, I still play lead in our church's band. My wife is a singer and my 26 YO son plays drums. He's stinkin' good.
I suppose I'll keep playing until someone tells me to sit down or the Good Lord calls me home.
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Post by Peegoo 🏁 on Jan 26, 2020 20:29:07 GMT -5
Nobody in my family played an instrument; one of my uncles played concertina. He was good.
I started playing guitar in high school. I knew woodworking and I knew electronics, so a pal asked me if I could fix his broken guitar. I had never messed around with one, even though I got a ukulele when I was in kindergarten in Hawaii and learned enough chords to play songs. Taking the guitar apart to make repairs, I realized there was no magic at all in there; it was wood and some metal and plastic parts and some wire. That was it. I was fascinated by the fact that music could be made with such a crude mix of stuff. So I built myself an electric guitar and I'm still on that journey. I've played in several bands and always had fun doing it. I no longer play in bands, but I still play every day and often get together with friends for jams and open mics. Been a guitar tech for almost 40 years.
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Post by Marty Small on Jan 26, 2020 21:05:11 GMT -5
I grew up in a band. Sleeping on the floor of the bus in my sleeping bag. We were a 12 horn band (Britt Small & Festival) that toured the US and Canada for 27 years recording 18 albums and more than 2 million miles on our bus.. I started performing with the band as soon as I could walk and was soon singing and playing trumpet on stage. Started playing baritone Uke at 5 and picked up the guitar at 16. I continued to tour through collage until I enlisted in the Army. Throughout my 20+ years in the Army, I would meet the band on the road to continue to play shows as training time allowed. Now that I’m a Reservist and retiring this year, I’m getting back to playing full time. Unfortunately, That band is no longer together and we have lost several member to include Britt Small. Right now I mostly work as a Sub Lead Player. In 2018, I was inducted into both the South Dakota and Iowa Rock & Roll Hall of Fames. We were only group to ever perform on top of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial (The Wall) in Washington DC. For more info, you can go to www.brittsmall.com.
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Post by ninworks on Jan 26, 2020 21:42:08 GMT -5
My mom played church hymns on piano, but not very well. My older sister played accordion and piano. My younger sister took piano lessons but never really got it. Apparently my dad played violin as a child but I never saw him even hold one. On the whole, I didn't consider my family very musical really. It seems that music was something you were supposed to learn how to do then forget it. Not me.
When I saw The Beatles on Ed Sullivan I was hooked. I took classical piano for a few years because my mom heard me playing Beatles songs I had learned from the radio when I was 7. She thought I should learn to do it properly. After 2 years of regimented instruction I got a guitar and I was SO over classical piano. I took lessons for another year but all it did was waste my dad's money. I had zero interest in it. I wanted to rock and my piano teacher wasn't having any of that.
I started buying records and learning songs. I figured out that I could record guitar solos from records onto my dad's reel to reel tape machine and I could slow them down to half speed and learn them. A few years later I passed the audition to play guitar in my high school's stage band which just so happened to be a class every day of the week. That's where I learned to apply the theoretical stuff I had learned from my piano instruction to the guitar. I took more theory and harmony classes in HS as well. After that, the sky was the limit.
Then it was garage bands, then bar bands, and more bar bands, and more bar bands. Did that through college where I was able to keep playing and make some money on the side. My avatar is from an original band gig during my college years.
I met some like-minded guys who were into doing original music and did that non-stop for a few years. Writing, rehearsing, recording, and failing miserably in the industry. I finally got to the point where I didn't really care if anyone in the industry liked what I did. I was doing it for me. My friends liked it. After that epiphany I got a lot better at it quickly. Eventually I went back to playing in bands but got burned out on playing the same covers I had learned when I was 18 or 20.
Now I sit and practice with no real expectations as to where it will take me. I just enjoy it. Having worked in studios a LOT I put enough recording equipment together to build a studio. I moved and built another one. Then I moved again and built another one. Now I've moved again and need to build another one but my work schedule is such that I don't have the time to do it. I have a small setup pieced together in a back bedroom but most of my gear is in closets, under the bed, in the living room, and wherever else I could find a space to store it.
I still love it and record occasionally. I play my guitar as much as my wife will let me ignore her. I met a guy at my new job who is a player and is putting a rehearsal space together and wants me to come out and play with him and some guys he knows when he gets it set up. I told him to get me a song list of stuff they like to play and I'll brush up on it. That'll be something to get me out of the house and justify me keeping amps and guitars around. I always play in headphones when at home so playing with an amp pushing real air will be fun for me. I haven't done that in a long long time.
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Post by TBird on Jan 27, 2020 7:53:25 GMT -5
At 15, (1963) I was given a beat up Silvertone acoustic. I started with Mel Bay chord books and playing Beatles songs. At 18, I joined my first band, using a cheap Japanese electric. Played local dives and high schools. Then I went into the Air Force and that was the end of that phase. I always had an acoustic with me, but as rock music got harder edged, I didn't know how to play that style, so I switched to drums. Played drumsin a number of bands through college years. About 1980, sold drums, bought a decent Tele. Hooked up with old band mate and started a band again. Didn't do much playing out at all, but we kept at it for years as a "hobby band." Retired to Florida in 2013 and figured my band days were over. Wrong!!! Going to open mics and responding to CL ads, I started getting back into the band thing. Went through a few projects that fizzled, but now I have a 4 pc acoustic band and an electric "classic rock" group. I'm playing out more than I ever did before retiring and I'm actually making a few bucks doing so. At 71, I'm totally amazed to be so involved in music. I know it could come to a screeching halt at any time, but right now, I'm rolling with it!
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Post by j0nasty🎸 on Jan 27, 2020 9:13:27 GMT -5
Around 11 my dad taught me to play. He could not play lead fluently and it was obvious I could. I guess I had a somewhat "natural" ability to play. Around 12 I was playing in a family band with my Uncle on drums my Dad sang and played flat-top my Mom just sang. We usually had no bass guitar. I didn't practice much and floundered around then at 18 I got in my first serious band! We played 50's 60's and had a black singer doing parts of some sets. I used to play every weekend and at one point playing 4 nights a week. I liked playing steel licks and would also study rock guitar licks, jazz licks anything... though not really getting proficient at any, just throwing stuff at the wall having fun and developing my own style I guess.
I was a local truck driver and not being able to have Saturdays off on a regular schedule I would play Fri and get a couple hours sleep and go to work... good thing I was young. I never thought I'd quit playing but I really have not touched my guitar much in the last 10-11 years. I still love music though, and maybe someday, I'll be coached out of "retirement". I'm 60 now and wish I would have taken music more seriously, practicing more and learning to read music. I never wanted to go on-the-road though, happy just playing weekends being home with the family. Also, when my dad saw I wanted to/could play at around 12 he bought me my first good guitar; that 1966 Fender Bigsby TeleBlaster I talk about. How about you?
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Post by Geno on Jan 27, 2020 10:08:28 GMT -5
I started playing guitar at around age 9. Like anyone my age I was amazed by the Beatles and Stones on Ed Sullivan, but what truly got my interest in learning to play happened in Chicago when my family stopped there on our way out to Nebraska. We stopped at ether a relative's or friend's house overnight and someone's son was told to entertain us with some songs. So he grabbed an acoustic and proceeded to play and sing some Ukrainian folk songs, but ended up playing Satisfaction and I was amazed. Then he had me strum the strings while he chorded and I was immediately hooked.
Shortly after getting back home my dad bought me a super cheap Baron acoustic guitar and I began taking lessons. After about a year I lost interest and wanted to quit. I was terrible and all my teacher did, week after week, was to put a check mark at there top of the Mel Bay page I had just butchered and told me to work on the next page. It was just awful. I can still remember that summer later afternoon/evening when I sulked on the couch and told my dad I wanted to quit and he told me that he had paid for the month's lessons and that I was going... period! When I got to the store I didn't see my teacher and was told I had a new teacher - a guy with long hair that was about 6 years older than me. We went into the small teaching room, I opened up Mel Bay and began playing horribly. He reached over, closed the book, looked at me and asked "What do you really want to learn. I said I'd like to learn some songs I hear on the radio and this is where my musical life began. He may not have realized it, but that was the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm now certain that I was/am ADD and realized many years ago that I'm dyslexic. So learning by watching and listening was the best way to get me and keep me interested.
It wasn't long after that I stopped taking lessons and just learned songs on my own. I started playing lead guitar in a band when I was 12, and played with them (+/- a few members) until high school when I hooked up with some other guys and started writing originals and learning lots of Allman Bros (but it was Eric Clapton and Cream that really got me listening to simple riffs and how major and minor pentatonic can be applied to the same chord progression). After HS I hooked up with some older guys that could actually sing well and harmonize like nothing I had ever heard up close. That band eventually morphed into a 6-pc horn band that played clubs/club circuits for a year and a half. We finally disbanded and I decided to try college music, taking a minimum full time course load at a local University branch. I only went one school year but it was enlightening. At that point I was at least able to put some theory to the guitar neck and learned to read lead sheets to some success (still stink at reading notation).
After having some education I thought I'd try my hand at teaching and found out I was not suited for it. So I switched to tech school and shortly after beginning got a job as a draftsman. Never thought I would spend my entire life doing that for a living, but I did and retired after 36 years. However, I never stopped playing in bands except for maybe a year or so after my son was born. I've played classic rock, jazz, blues, country, [high school] pit orchestra, electric, hybrid acoustic, whatever. My inability to read well and concentrate has left me to play mostly by ear, but it has kept me in the game this long (I'll turn 64 in a few months).
Since 2012 I've been playing between 30-50 gigs a year but see that number dropping off considerably this year for various reasons. So much that I'm scrambling to find some new opportunities, but few exist. Local music is a popularity contest and I just don't fit that mold. Many of the really good local musicians have given it up years ago, so pickings are slim when wanting to form a new band. I'm even considering moving south to an area that may have more opportunities to play, but that would be risky as there would be no guarantees that I'd be welcome into the music scene there. At least I wouldn't have to deal with Ohio winter anymore. Regardless, I'm not ready to call it quits and resort to only dabbling with home recordings.
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Post by larryguitar54 on Jan 27, 2020 10:36:18 GMT -5
Grew up in a musical house and had some piano lessons and some simple Brahms melodies and learned the treble and bass clefs and such.
Summer of 1967 I was 12 and they released Jimi Hendrix. My mind went blank. I pestered my mom for a guitar. Got it that Christmas. Came with Mel Bay's book on the chords. I sat in my room and didn't leave for days until I mastered an E chord and once I got that I moved to the A chord. The third week I decided I would never play any song that had a B7 in it.
Like most folks on here I was obsessed with it and was better than my contemporaries pretty quick.
I got my first 'big boy guitar' a Gibson J-45 when I was about 18. I still have it. There were times when that guitar seemed like my only friend. Today at age 65 I am that same 12 year old completely obsessed with it and play every day or something isn't right.
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Post by Auf Kiltre on Jan 27, 2020 13:46:36 GMT -5
I started when I was around 11. My oldest brother played a bit and that was likely my inspiration. I was mostly self taught. He eventually switched to bass and we later played in a band for a while before he called it quits. I played my first gig at 14 and most of my musical endeavors were centered around originals. I spent a lot of time "recruiting" and teaching friends bass, and playing with guys that were simply not as advanced as I was. I then hooked up with a band of guys that were more seasoned than I was and played real gigs. High paying club gigs (loved the 80's), weddings, corporate gigs, etc. I learned a lot from these guys. A later band was again club oriented, lots of blues, jump, J Geils, and back to some originals incorporated. Again, cats that were either my peers or more advanced. I eventually wore down from the scene and stuff that goes along with 5 male egos. I've been mostly a home recordist since the mid 2000's with a few part time projects in between.
I love music and musical interaction, but I don't have the flame that keeps many of us older cats staying up late in the bar scene on weekends.
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Post by cagey on Jan 27, 2020 19:53:36 GMT -5
My mom played a little bit of piano, but I wanted to play guitar when I was still in diapers. When I was about 6 or 7(?) my parents bought me a plastic guitar with nylon strings. I loved it, until one day I was trying to play it like a violin, using a stick as a bow (this was prior to Page playing his with a bow). When the dang thing wouldn't play like a violin I became enraged and smashed the guitar to pieces. So I guess I had an inner Page and inner Townsend at an early age. I got a cheap acoustic - don't remember the brand or what happened to it - a couple years later and a really bad electric & amp when I was in my early teens. I played in a high school band and after College stopped playing for a lot of years. I would still pick up the acoustic once in a while - a Fender dreadnought my parents bought me as a grad gift - but didn't touch an electric again 'til about 20 years ago when I bought a Strat. Playing in bands again started shortly thereafter. Two years ago I was playing in 2 or 3 bands at a time. I'm now down to one band and gigging @30 times a year. The good news is my bandmates are all in it for fun & not looking for stardom at this old age
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Post by Rick Knight on Jan 27, 2020 20:05:05 GMT -5
When I was about 14, I got an Apollo copy of a Hofner 500 because my friends and I were going to learn to play and start a band. I didn’t learn much and eventually sold it. Then I got a cheap, used Stella acoustic with ridiculously high action and learned some basic chords. Not much more progress until I got to college, where I had friends who could play and would teach me. By that point, I was able to own a decent guitar.
After college, a friend and I managed to get a band off the ground, in which I was the rhythm guitar player, sometimes singer, and occasional bass player. We did alright playing locally for a couple of years, during which some of my musician friends told me that I should concentrate on bass. When that band broke up, I moved away and rarely played for about 15 years. When I moved here, I responded to an ad for guys who used to play, where we discovered that some of us still could. From that evolved a band that gigged for 10+ years. Initially, a couple of us were going to share bass duties but I eventually decided to be the bass player and realized that those years ago friends were right.
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Post by LM on Jan 29, 2020 21:43:43 GMT -5
Some interesting stories, guys! Thanks for sharing.
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Post by tiedyeddevil on Jan 30, 2020 13:18:33 GMT -5
My mom's side of the family was musical: classically-trained musicians who taught and performed. Mom studied in New York and Boston; as a student, she played Carnegie Hall as the featured soloist (piano) with a full orchestra. Her father made violins; he exhibited at the 1939 New York World's Fair. I heard a lot of informal recitals as family members got together to perform at home. All attempts to get me to study piano failed, even though I was fascinated by the instrument (my mom had a Steinway baby grand). My main exposure to the electric guitar was watching Ricky Nelson perform on TV on "The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet". When I was a pre-teen, my dad (a scientist and physician, not a musician) became interested in learning to play the classical guitar. I absconded with his instrument and instructional book and tried on my own to figure out how to play. Rest strokes nearly broke me, LOL. When the Beatles did their Ed Sullivan performance, suddenly everyone my age wanted to play the electric guitar. That Christmas, me and my next door neighbor were both gifted identical Kent guitars and Silvertone amps. We learned whatever we could from my neighbor's dad, whose hobbies included calling square dances and playing a cool-looking Italian electric guitar (with pushbutton pickup selectors and lots of pickups) through a tweed amp that'd probably be worth a small fortune today. Of course, we formed a garage band... My first public performance was at one of the aforementioned square dances. A lot of us pre-teens attended either because both parents were there or (at least in my case) because it gave the `rents a break of a few hours. In an attempt to get the small horde of roaming pre-teens to settle down, one of the adults handed me a guitar and said, "You can lead a sing along." Which I did. Heck, what'd I know...? I credit that incident for my complete lack of stage fright when performing. Throughout middle school and high school I was in a number of pick-up bands that performed covers (and a few originals) for school dances and civic events. In college I organized and performed in a weekly "coffee house" in the dorm. Mostly folk-singer type material, but as this was the era of folk-rock, we adapted a lot of pop tunes, as well. The dorm was a modern concrete building with a five-story stairwell that had a really awesome reverb sound; the musicians in the dorm would frequently gather there for impromptu jams. I learned a lot by watching others. This was also the time I started experimenting with sound; I switched from a steel-string acoustic guitar to an electric played through a portable radio. From the stairwell gang, we assembled a trio (flute, classical guitar, electric guitar) that wandered the campus putting on impromptu performances for anyone who'd listen. When I got married and was raising children with my first wife, the guitar went into hibernation. Then my younger son, in his early teen years, decided to play drums. I was intrigued by his friends' bands practicing in our garage, and started jamming with my son. This was around `98-99. Once I started playing again, I quickly tired of repeating my old repertoire and decided to do something about that. I started learning how to record (an activity that had been prohibitively expensive when I was younger), wrote some new material, recorded some demos and formed a band with folks at work. Over the next several years that led to other bands. All original material. After a while, I got tired of being out until two or three in the morning on work nights and going home with less in my pocket than the door guy earned. I left that scene and did some solo guitar performances for two or three years. Still no money, but at least I got perform during the early evening hours. Playing solo guitar improved both my ear and my confidence, to the point where I thought it'd be fun to take a run at one of my lifetime aspirations: to play completely improvised material in an ensemble. I invited Stephen and Joe (both of whom were involved in the "band with folks at work") to join me with nothing more as an expectation than to "figure out how to improvise *as a group*". It took us quite a few years to lay all the groundwork, but once things started to click we got pretty good at it. We hold open a weekly date and get together to record on those weeks when we all have time. We consistently end up with an hour of new recordings from a two-hour session. My own interests have turned to the nature of free improvisation and to advanced music theory. There's a lot of work in modern classical composition that relates to both algorithmic analysis and geometric structures, both of which are appealing to me as a musician and a computer scientist.
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Post by rickyguitar on Jan 30, 2020 19:02:55 GMT -5
I had messed with a guitar in my older brothers in laws basement, and was immediately infatuated with it. One day mom came home with a Ward's acoustic Airline, I think) that smelled like fresh sawn plywood. My brother lost interest pretty quick. I was 13, by the time I was 14 i had a band and was playing school dances. Started playing clubs at 16. Dropped out of college after 1 year and played full time till I was 31. I had a 2 year old son who was way too comfortable in clubs, a pretty good demo, and another fractured act. I succumbed to the frustration and quit for a few years. Started again as a church player, coffee house guy. Lead is still the thing for me. Funny, I played for about 8 years at one church where they made me feel like s star or something, made me feel valued anyway and some if my far and away best playing was there. It was pretty cool. Rehearse Wednesday, Sunday 8 am rehearsal, 9 am service, 10 am rehearsal and 11 am service. Leader was a Dove award nominee and a STRONG musician. Loved it.
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Post by mikem on Jan 31, 2020 15:40:05 GMT -5
Going to a Catholic elementary school music class (singing hymns) was not so good.... In 3rd grade my mom came home one day after school with a clarinet and told me that I was starting lessons on Saturday.... ...played all throughout high school (adding saxophone) on the way....then flute and bassoon. Joined the AFM when I was 16 and made good $ playing parades and concert band gigs... Went to music school after HS which led to a school music teaching career for 35+ years while gigging quite a bit. In the '90's started playing pro shows: Tony Bennett, Ray Charles, Temptations, Natalie Cole, Aretha Franklin, Barnum & Bailey Circus, plus others. In 2000 successfully auditioned (bass clarinet) for a local orchestra and started providing sound systems for events.
Today: still a member of the orchestra, retired from my public school teaching and currently teaching as adjunct faculty at a local university, still doing sound gigs, trying to play more sax these days as classical music is putting me to sleep...
While I was in my 30's I asked my mom why she had made me play clarinet in elementary school....her answer: "kids that turned 18 were getting drafted and going to Vietnam...some of them never came back....if a draftee had a talent for music and-audition-successfully, they'd get to play in a band...or else be handed a gun and put in a hole.." She was looking out for me....
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Post by Ragtop on Feb 1, 2020 7:01:49 GMT -5
My best friend and I bought acoustic guitars (he a Sigma and me an Alvarez) when we were 19 and pretty much taught each other how to play. We were heavily influenced by the Beatles and the folk artists of the '70s. He was really good at picking things up by ear, whereas I had to see the music on the printed page. But we complemented each other well.
We ended up in a trio with a girl who was an outstanding singer. She later made the Scarlett & Cream Singers at the university, she was that good. We played a few weddings, two guitars and Karen. She was so good that Barry and I could have been banging garbage can lids together and would still have sounded good. But we all graduated and went our separate ways. I played that Alvarez, my only guitar for 25 years, to death, and developed my own fingerpicking style that sounds pretty good.
Fast forward 35 years, and the three of us were going to reunite to play at a HS reunion. I found an old classmate at the bar who I remembered as a drummer and asked him to join us (using the VFW's house kit). He did, and we played a pretty good short set. The drummer and I agreed to get together in my garage to jam a bit (I had recently bought a nice Strat). One thing led to another and next thing you know I was the lead guitar player in a 4-man band, playing covers. It happened very fast, And then we got a gig in a small bar. And then we played some 60 gigs over the next three years and were pretty popular around Omaha. We got to be a tight little band. It was a blast at first, but got to be a lot of work and a lot of late hours, and I retired from it 10 years ago.
The old trio got together one last time to play a benefit for a classmate that had passed away. We had played for both of her weddings, and then for her funeral. Sad, but cathartic for everybody.
Now I live in a small town in the mountains, but there is an excellent music scene here with a couple of nice venues. I play solo at the weekly open mic at one of those venues. I'm a pretty average singer on my best day, but I choose my songs carefully and try to feature my guitar playing as much as I can. It works, and keeps my chops up. And my courage- it's very nerve-wracking, playing solo!
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Post by Davywhizz on Feb 1, 2020 8:43:56 GMT -5
I got hooked on acoustic fingerpicking aged 12, This was because of some BBC TV programmes and teaching books by John Pearse. The second book featured Mississippi John Hurt, Rev Gary Davis and others, which led me safely away from any folky tendencies. Alongside this, I'd discovered The Beatles (hard to avoid in the mid '60s) and Sgt Pepper was the first album I bought. But then I heard Cream...That led to electric guitars and my first band aged 16. Didn't get far. No-one had any money, we were too young to drive and we weren't any good.
I had a bit of a break pursuing academic stuff, then a few years playing professionally most of the time (pubs, clubs, college circuit, army and air bases...). I also had an eight piece jazz/funk originals band which I still think could have done well. After that, as a postgrad student at Oxford, I played in a Reggae band, taught guitar and worked studio sessions for whoever wanted me.
Then a long break of 20 years. Life got in the way and I was disillusioned with the music biz, but when I got together with my wife, in 2001 or so, she was promoting music nights for young bands and I got involved, including writing reviews for the local paper, running the PA, working on the door....Allie had been a professional actress and had sung in shows, but never been in a band. So we put one together and ran it for about 15 years. We played bars and clubs at first, then only private functions, mostly weddings. It was hard work, but by the time we took the current break we were able to attract some really good musicians with impressive CVs. They liked the quirkiness of it all: a wide range of covers played, we all liked to think, in our own style and to a good standard.
At present we're not sure if we'll ever do any more. Our "taking a break" has turned into a couple of years already, I've retired from work, but we both seem to be very busy. My favourite description of running a band is that it's "like herding cats" and the thought of starting over again puts us off. Most of our former bandmates and crew are no longer available and we might not be as lucky next time. But never say "never".
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Post by LM on Feb 1, 2020 16:08:47 GMT -5
Great stories! It's interesting how many started out on piano.
Ragtop, I grew up in the Omaha/CB area and graduated in '78.
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Post by Ragtop on Feb 1, 2020 17:00:31 GMT -5
I think I knew that, Lefty. I left in '78, banged around the country for a few years, came back and went to work for the SO there.
Left again 3 years ago, live in Colorado now. No more cities for me.
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Post by twangmeister on Feb 1, 2020 20:21:48 GMT -5
Self taught. Started in 1959 playing my Mom's '34 Gibson in imitation of my brother who was six years older than me. I took flute for a couple of years in junior high so I can read music.
My brother suggested I play bass because bass players were rare in my area.
While in college in the late '60s I found some wannabe musicians and switched to bass. Spent a few years playing lead or bass and singing until my drummer buddy got me a gig in his full-time bar band. So I had four years of playing 6-7 nights a week. Went in the Army when the local club scene no longer supported full-time musicians that weren't music teachers and worked as a weekender with my old band for another six years.
Since then I have subbed, in established bands, played rock, country. acoustic, and small and big band jazz. After retiring to Philly I play plectrum banjo and six-string banjo in a mummer string band.
My picture is me in "green face" disguised as kelp on New Years day before Philly's New Years Day Parade. I thought singing and playing was a challenge. Try playing,singing, marching and dancing in front of parade judges and a big crowd.
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Post by jazzguy on Feb 3, 2020 13:28:53 GMT -5
no one in my family played an instrument but a friend's brother had a flattop. though I wasn't allowed to play it, I could watch him play. most of my friends in high school listened to rock but then a friend took up violin. one day a few of us were at his house listening to rock and he got up and put on a Django Reinhardt record his sister had just given him. everyone started laughing, someone even said "what is this Mickey Mouse music?" my friend turned to me and asked my opinion. I said the guy was an amazing guitarist. bought a $99 Yamaha flattop and started lessons for awhile to get the basics. we played together for a number of years w/a bassist and drummer, then drifted apart. but I've been gigging in jazz bands regularly since, mostly Hammond B-3 bands
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Post by HenryJ on Feb 9, 2020 17:51:48 GMT -5
My daddy played guitar, but we did not have one in the house until I got mine at age 16. Mama played the piano. We bought a Winter spinet when I was maybe 6 years old. Paternal grandma supposedly played the harmonica, with the bass on the right end. Like Hendrix might have played it. Maternal grandma played piano. When I was 6 or 7 we were at the church where she played piano and I sat where I could see her hands, hopefully getting a glance of a key combination I could replicate on our piano, but she was playing too fast. She had quick hands! Not only did she have an upright piano at her house, she also had a foot-pedal pump organ like the "harmonium" on Beatle records.
I started piano lessons at age 9. That lasted until I was 14, when my piano teacher moved in with her daughter's family in Ohio.
At age 14, band was offered at my school. I learned the cornet, but did not have the lip for it. The Sousaphone player quit two years later, so I took his place on that instrument. I already know bass clef from piano lessons, but had to mentally transpose because the cornet/trumpet IS a transposing instrument.
Two months before that, I got a guitar for my birthday and taught myself to play using, I think, a Mel Bay book and the knowledge from piano lessons and band lessons. This was in 1964, so you might know what motivated that. It was an archtop from Western Auto, a Truetone.
Got a degree in Music Ed, which required me to learn all the band instruments and violin. Bassoon was a bear, but flute was fun. I would love to have been a jazz flute player. I marched with a real brass tuba. I have never owned a Les Paul, but if I did, you would never hear me complaining about how heavy it is.
In 1982 I got my present acoustic, a Yamaha FG-160. The Truetone archtop, with its warped and by-now uplayable neck, went in the trash.
I am presently leading the music at a nursing home once a month with my Yamaha. GASing for a Martin D-28, which for me is like wanting a Rolls-Royce.
I also own a Squier Strat, a Gretsch 5120, and a real Fender P-bass MIM in 2000. Also a small acoustic guitar from a pawn shop.
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Post by LM on Feb 9, 2020 18:12:01 GMT -5
Jazzguy, I just realized your profile pic is Wes Montgomery.
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Post by jazzguy on Feb 11, 2020 13:13:17 GMT -5
Jazzguy, I just realized your profile pic is Wes Montgomery. yes, though I suppose most here wouldn't
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Post by Laker on Feb 11, 2020 16:24:47 GMT -5
I guess I came from musical families on both parent’s sides. My father played tuba and trumpet when young and his brother played sax, clarinet and flute all his life. My mother’s family were all musical with the entire family playing piano and she was part of a dance troop. My mother’s brother also played banjo and guitar for many years while my grandfather played vibes and drums.
I started out early in grade school playing violin for three years and then switched to sax and ended up playing that in the first rock band I was in. That band started out as a seven piece group and it’s final form was a five piece group. Two of the guys in that group were classmates and I was always hanging out at their house where they had an old Stella guitar that I eventually learned to play simple chords on and tune. One of the guys was the bass player who wanted to be “in front” of the group when he’d sing a solo song so I learned to play bass on those couple of tunes. I found I really enjoyed playing bass so eventually traded my baritone sax for a used Fender Jazz Bass (this was my senior year of high school).
I spent a lot of after school hours practicing bass and ended up auditioning as the bass player for a nightclub group where I would be playing six nights a week and doing a weekly radio show for half of my senior year of high school. It was the best apprenticeship I could have experienced. That group headed for California and, since I wasn’t finished with high school, I stayed and started forming groups with local players.
in the 50+ years since then I have played bass with many different bands playing country, polkas, rock, blues, and R&B with those groups ranging in size from a duo to a 10 piece “horn group” playing a seven state area covering Chicago and Tower of Power tunes along with original stuff we recorded. I’m still an active player in a couple of projects.
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Post by HenryJ on Feb 11, 2020 16:25:37 GMT -5
Jazzguy, I just realized your profile pic is Wes Montgomery. McDoof's is Italian composer Giuseppe Verdi. Which in English is (mean) Joe Green.
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Post by langford on Feb 20, 2020 10:26:49 GMT -5
Great thread, everybody. Kudos to LM for kicking it off.
I grew up a semi-musical household. My mother played piano and flute, and my Dad, a non-player, encouraged us with music lessons from an early age. So, lots of support and household with instruments lying around.
When I was 10, a 3/4 size nylon string guitar appeared under the Christmas. It wasn't a gift to anyone in particular, just something that was laid out to see who among us kids (I have a younger brother and sister) would pick it up. I did. My mother showed me how to play the one or two chords she knew, and I started practicing. Before long, I was signed up for lessons at Dominic's Academy of Music at the local shopping mall.
I kept at it, following my lessons and trying to pick out tunes from songbooks. I loved "Spinning Wheel" for the E7 chord. Around the age of 13, I started playing with a school friend. We both knew a fair number of chords and songs by that point, thanks to songbooks, and would bang them out. Plus, I could read music, which helped a bit in figuring out melodies. The big turning point for me came later that year when, out of the blue, I discovered I could work out basic chord progression from knowing a melody. I'd seen older players do this and mystified/impressed by the skill. I never thought I'd get there, but then I did, like I was struck by lightning.I was also starting to fingerpick around this time. It wasn't a deliberate, just that came out, probably because I played on my own a lot and was looking for a bigger sound.
Things really took off when I started high school a year later. I was decent for my age by this point and quickly fell in a crowd of other guitar players. We all learned from each in that tribal, teenage way. I kept improving and became known as someone who played fairly well because I knew songs like Blackbird and other fancy pieces. I also took some classical guitar lessons for a while, which was great, but I wasn't devoted to it.
I got a Telecaster when I was 17 and a Fender Twin not long after. I was in a band and we were doing well at drawing crowds for our shows. Eventually, that all wound down as we all got older and started moving to new cities as young adults. I've kept at over the years, though, albeit with varying degrees of intensity. But I'm generally very shy about my playing. The people in my various circles are only dimly aware of my interest in guitar. Many don't have a clue. I do, however, have a few musical friends who keep me connected and, once in a while, twist my arm into the occasional performance. Those a rare moments, and usually come as a surprise to people who know me...
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