And, there was no intended effect of creative, stage dramatics, involved, whatsoever. But, it was after all, my property, to do with as I pleased.
Even if it were lying in a thousand pieces that Christmas morning in 1976, at 1216 Farley in Forrest City, Arkansas, it was mine. If nothing else, I could already sing and sound just as good as Elvis or Johnny Cash any day of the week! Or, so I was told, (by my mother of course). It wouldn’t be until 1992, and many colorful stories later, I would find myself on a plane headed to Las Vegas to test my vocal ability, in the Entertainment Capitol of the World. I had no intentions of picking up a guitar again. But, as fate would have it, I would sing my way into a job as an engineer in training at a local recording and rehearsal studio, just off the main strip.
I virtually lived in that recording studio as I trained. There was always a guitar at my disposal.
In my spare time, high on meth, I would practice on my boss’s acoustic guitar. I found that in my older age I was better adept at learning to play the guitar. And, a little instruction on simple chord structure, as it relates to finger placement on the guitar, would prove to be quite