I didn’t start this blog just to drop keywords—I mean names (such as Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama, Donald Trump, George Bush). No, certainly, not. Actually, the name I’m thinking of is one I’m not ready to share.
It’s amazing who you run into without trying. My son talked for two years about wanting to take guitar lessons. This fall we finally let him put down the piano to take up the guitar (boy was that worded poorly). After several less-than-fully-productive weeks at the community center with a class of hyper 7-12 year-olds, it was clear that my son’s guitar future required private lessons. Then one day, the teacher passes out a sheet of information that mentions he teaches privately. Turns out his house is pretty close.
I’ll still being surprised and impressed with the biography of this stay-at-home-dad/guitar teacher. He’s a genuine guitar shredder. He’s got CDs for sale online. He’s toured internationally. He has a studio in his basement. His MySpace page was highlighted in a recent guitar magazine. Then on the wall last night, I see a full page newspaper feature from ten years ago. He was the opener on a tour with Ted Nugent and Bad Company. The guy has equipment endorsement deals. Wow!
Me, I’m just David. I sell musical instruments at Sinclair Sound.
