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Sometime in the early part of 1976 I decided I wanted to figure out how to make the noises I heard on my favorite records and started bugging my parents for a guitar. My 10th birthday was in September of that year and they were cool enough to hook me up with my first, a truly crappy Global SG copy thing. It played horribly but it made noise through an amp, so it was incredible to me. I spent every spare minute playing it.
Even cooler than that, my parents got me my first real guitar for my birthday the following year, 1977. I saved up what I could as a kid, which wasn't much, and they paid the rest for a brand-new '77 Les Paul Custom. That guitar would be with me for the next 22 years. I played it constantly, got into my first "band" with guys from the neighborhood around '79 or '80 - we were awful but we learned a lot and when I got into my first real band a year or two later we were quickly playing parties and events, which ended up being valuable experience playing in front of people.
Toward the latter part of high school and into college I gigged steadily in what was by then a pretty busy working band with guys that were a few years older than me. The rock scene was in full swing at the time and not only were there plenty of places to play but it was almost all original material; only a couple of places forced us to play covers (thank goodness and I hope to never play another cover again as long as I live) but we'd mix some of our own songs in also.
Those were the glory years, gigging regularly and writing our own music, young enough to believe that the record deal was right around the corner. But, it was the mid-'80's, and for better or worse the hair band/cheese metal thing was taking over and a pure hard rock band wasn't as much of a draw any more. We tried for a while to adapt, and I went to far as to go out and buy a SuperStrat with a wang bar so we could learn horrible spandex-band covers but our hearts weren't into it and this was before GnR came along and made hard rock cool again, so we kind of drifted and then I met my first wife...
I stopped playing out, got married, half-heartedly settled down and got a "real" job. You all know the rest.
Never quit playing guitar but it became more of an occasional thing, maybe noodle around for an hour or two on the weekends, but it was bittersweet at that point and I felt like it was something that I had lost, didn't get the joy out of playing that I should have.
And that went on for 5 or 6 years like that, through the first marriage and eventual divorce.
And then when I ended up alone again I got the joy of playing back. I started playing again every day, sometimes 3-4 hours. It became my passion all over again, and I even did some gigging with a few people that I knew from back in the day. Felt amazing to get out in front of an audience again after all that time.
When I met my 2nd (and current) wife she understood what playing meant to me and in the 20 subsequent years that we have been married she has always encouraged my playing, both at home and with the band, which is going on 7 years now. She knows I play to unwind, to scratch my creative itch, because I HAVE to, and she is very supportive. I am at the point where I am completely at peace about my journey with the guitar - its been over 40 years now since I started so it's been my lifelong companion, and has informed and influenced every other part of my life. As it turns out, the most important decision of my life was made at the age of 10!