Seeing my old yet still in tune guitar hanging in the storage at my father’s house stirred up my fingers to strum again. I was a trying hard guitar student back then. I can still remember the callouse on my fingers that hurts whenever I try to play those chords printed in my song book. That was really painful yet gratifying once I completed a piece.
Now, I barely remember the last time I strum the strings, but believe me, it’s not just my fingers but my heart as well that tells me to strum again. I’m thinking of replacing my old guitar with one of michael kelly guitars from musicians friend before I seriously get hooked with the guitar once again. Excited! excited!
Well, I guess my boys will also be interested. Who knows in the next few years, I’ll have a lead guitarist or a bassist.