I took a few guitar lessons when I was a teenager. All I can remember is Can’t Explain and Living, Loving Maid. Then in college I played in a garage band with my brother and a friend. We sucked. Or I should say I sucked, cause they were decent musicians and all I could manage were some basic power cords. I probably would have stayed with it longer than I did, but I got tinnitus. It wasn’t just the small practice space with my Fender 4×12 setup and the crashing symbols. It was also years of going to small clubs to see bands like Dead Kennedys, Buttthole Surfers and the Red Hots. One day I went to a Replacements show (during their Pleased To Meet Me Tour) and afterwards my ears never stopped ringing. They still ring.

So now, more than 20 years later, I’ve decided to take another crack at it. My ears haven’t gotten any better or worse, I have no plans to play with anyone else. I do still want to make noise, but more quietly.

So I’ve been messing around with some stuff on YouTube, bought a few books and even took a few lessons. Anyway, this blog is going to be a journal of sorts. We’ll see how long I stick with it…