There is one guitar riff that I can easily play at any time, even if I am woken up abruptly in the middle of the night, because we played this song hundreds of times. It seems to me that I’m the only one who can play it, find the right sound for it. Since everyone is looking at me, I should always set an example. And if I do not practice the game of this riff, then my level of ownership of the instrument will fall.
I was not motivated by the things that other people can be motivated by. I was just motivated by the desire to play the guitar well. In fact, after watching a movie about Jimmy Hendrix, on the way home I remembered that I had a guitar at home, and I literally dug it out of the pantry. Continue reading
I was very afraid of quite a lot: I was afraid of the world, I was afraid to speak, and I was a very, very modest guy, and music was the way to speak, that’s all. I could just keep a journal, compose poetry, write everything I could think of, and then sit down, play a couple of chords, put everything together and get myself. It’s me! So I tell the world about myself when I can not say in words. So the music was a voice that I didn’t have.
At my school there was one guy from a jazz band who was selling his guitar. He seems to have had a Gibson SG ’69 with a tremolo and he wanted to sell it. He asked me: “Do you want?”, And I told him: “Yes, how much will you take?”, To which he replied: “200 bucks!”. I begged my mother, did everything I could and finally, she gave the go-ahead and bought me my first real guitar. Continue reading