Around age 9, I got my first guitar. Like most kids in the 90s, my parents took lessons in a grungy basement where a dude with long, stringy hair wearing a Metallica shirt taught me scales from a Hal Leonard beginning guitar book. The lessons didn’t make sense to me and I struggled to progress. Learning a new instrument, like all things that matter, is hard.
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