I grew up always owning a guitar but never knew any chords or anything other than the basic "my dog has fleas" shit . my love of music was profound from an early age ,all styles. after being introduced to Metallica during high school (early 80's) I knew I had to play electric guitar. I bought a junk guitar off a friend , an old telecaster sanded and brush painted blue off another. I had no amp and no skills but I started plucking anyway.One day coming home from work at my first job to my first apartment there was an old amp in the hallway. I left it alone a while and then like an abandoned baby, I took it in. I made noise on it a while then, like an adopted child seeking its real parents,it found its way to its true home across the hall. and they gladly took him back in. I was alone and ampless again.
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