Musical Regret

I’m a huge fan of music. I can’t imagine spending more than a few hours without listening to music and I carry a lot of songs with me in mp3 format in both, my BlackBerry and in an ipod shuffle. And I keep changing them every couple of weeks or so, refresh the playlist so to speak. So I love music and one of the biggest regrets in my life is that I do not know how to play any musical instruments. Especially the guitar – of how I love guitars. Drums come a close second, keyboards & bass follow behind. But I can’t play any instruments. Other than air guitar, of which I am amongst the world’s very best.

I did however go for guitar classes a long, long time ago.  Back when I was 12 years old, I joined my sister and went to Kalabhavan Music Academy3 days a week to learn how to play the guitar. She was also a keyboard fan and was taking lessons for that instrument as well.  So 3 days a week I went to Kacheripady straight after school ended at 3:30 pm and for an hour, from 4:30 pm till 5:30 pm we listened to the cranky bugger of a music teacher try to teach us chords. I hated the rude, arrogant & rough speaking music teacher and loathed seeing him 3 times a week. I just couldn’t focus on the lessons that he tried to shove down my throat.

Along with my sister & I were her friend Shirley and another guy (I can’t remember his name). This guy was Shirley’s boyfriend at the time and he was there mainly just so that he could spend time with her. However we guys bonded quickly as we both equally hated the music teacher and whispered bad things about him behind his back. After a few months I got fed up of the ill-mannered lout and told my folks that I wanted to quit. So I did. And I have regretted it ever since. What I should have done was either stuck around with it or asked to find some other place with a better teacher and then learned to play the guitar properly. Cause then I would have been the next Steve Vai or Joe Satriani and would be shredding my way to the hall of fame by now.

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