Great thread!
In spite of the fact that playing drums was my main interest throughout junior and high school years (Drum Major and all of that nonsense), I also took interest in my Dad's Silvertone electric guitar when I was 13 years old. I asked him to teach me.
He said, "No, nobody taught me how to play guitar, teach yourself." And I did.
3 years later, Dad gifted me with my first guitar acoustic guitar. It wasn't a Gibson or a Martin, but I think it was one of those Harmony guitars that
@Scott Baxendale refurbishes.
Fast forward to 1976.
There I sat on the couch prior to supper time, playing that guitar, strumming and singing "Summer Breeze: Wife enters the living room....
She said, "Supper's ready."
I nodded my head affirmatedly. I kept playing.
Two minutes later, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Your effing super is on the table!"
I said, "I know, I know, I heard you the first time. I'm gonna take a walk out outside and give you time to calm down."
I took 6 steps down to the foyer and stepped outside, closing the front door.
All of a sudden I heard a huge CRASHING sound on the inside of the front door.
Yep! She grabbed my guitar and threw it at the front door with force enough to create a sound hole on the backside of that guitar when it hit the doorknob.
I looked at her standing there at the top of the stairs with a frightened look upon her face.
She ran down the hallway and locked herself in a bathroom for 2 hours, giving me enough time to regain my composure, unstring the guitar, and wrap that guitar around a steel basement lolly column.
On the upside, I still have recordings of that guitar!
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