I got my first guitar in 1966, after two years of begging. It was a toy, really, a vacuum molded blue plastic thing with nylon strings tuned with plastic friction pegs. It came with a D-cell powered amplifier that has carbon button mic that attached to the guitar with suction cups. My dad presented this rig to me, cardboard-backed and shrink wrapped, and said, “Learn to play on this, and we’ll see about a better one.”
I figured out how to rough up the pegs to hold it in tune and figured out my first Cowboy chords on that crappy GSO. So then I got to move up to a Norma acoustic, which was almost worse. Mile high action. In there somewhere, I saved up and bought a blue Tiesco four-pickup Strat-shaped thing, and took it apart to paint it white. Bad mistake.