Jammin’

I first started play­ing the gui­tar as a peer thing. Some friends and I decided to start a rock ‘n’ roll band. Like it was the way to win girls and influ­ence peo­ple back when I was grow­ing up. At one time in the small town where I grew up, in my neigh­bour­hood alone, there were three garage bands prac­tic­ing, all with dreams of mak­ing it big — of hit­ting the big time.

I got my start on an old Sears’ Sil­ver­tone six string gui­tar with only three strings on. Bob had actu­ally taken gui­tar lessons, so he was the lead gui­tar player. Mike had money, so he was the drum­mer, and Brian had none, so he was the singer. I had no money either, but Mike was my best buddy, and he had an old Sil­ver­tone gui­tar with only three strings on, so I was the bass player. We added Del­bert on rhythm gui­tar because his Dad had a sta­tion wagon to trans­port our lim­ited musi­cal equip­ment around in, but he never really fit into the group.

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