From Guitar Hero to Guitar Zero



I can’t recall a time when I didn’t want to learn how to play the guitar. I’ve always wanted to be that girl at a party (other than the whole social anxiety with parties deal) that would whip out the guitar and get everyone chilled out while singing James Taylor or Sheryl Crow. Lately I’ve been on this kick where I feel like I MUST do everything I’ve always wanted to do (which explains the Big Foot Expedition I’ll be joining in November), including learning to play the guitar. I don’t think it’s a foreshadowing of my untimely death as much as it is that I’ve finally decided to take advantage of all of the cool things this brain and life in general has to offer. To make a short story even shorter, I signed up for lessons. Thanks to my equally-ADHD brother, I already had the guitar and just needed the guidance to turn me into that girl I was imagining.

I showed up at the first lesson, and was met by my teacher, “Heavy Metal Todd”. That’s not his real name of course, but he had a pony tail down to his ass and was the bass player in two heavy metal bands. I’m going to imagine that the long nail on his pointer finger was so he didn’t have to carry his picks around. Needless to say, he ended up being a nice guy but with the pa