I hate admitting this publicly, but at 28 I still get pangs of jealousy towards people who received music lessons growing up. They were too expensive for my parents' expectations that I'd either fail or give up (confusing stuff, when you consider the equally high expectations they hung over my head, story of my life). They got me a cheap Silvertone electric with a small Peavy amp when I was 13, then a used BC Rich Warlock at 16, which I completely destroyed following an argument with my girlfriend of the time... oh shit, maybe they were definitely onto something!! 🖤 Broke my dad's heart.

Thing never stayed in tune anyway... is how I made myself feel better about it after.

That guy was nuts.