Inspired by magic
“I don’t read music. I don’t write it. So I wonder around on the guitar until something starts to present itself” James Taylor
Most times, to me, life dictates work and I’m sure the way I think too. My daughter was two years old when she discovered her love for guitar. I remember her playing with her big sister’s guitar, twice her size, trying to wrap a little hand around the neck of the instrument, screaming babies songs while the other hand is moving and hitting those strings, making random sounds. The cutest thing in the world. The cutest.
When she was around four years I took her on a trip overseas to visit family and we also happened to be at my sister’s granddaughter birthday party. My younger one grabbed her toy guitar, a piece of junk I bought for 10 dollars which she carried with her everywhere (not shown), and played Happy Birthday song to her cousin. She was only four doing her thing and didn’t care the least who’s watching. Of course, random tunes and quirky sounds came out that made us all giggle. Someone even yelled “buy her the real one!”, but her love to the instrument was obvious. She wanted the “real deal” to play her “real” tunes.
She got her first electric guitar when she was six, after my husband spot a small ad of a guitar instructor. That person became my daughter’s teacher. Two years later he is still teaching her to play on this wonderful instrument, which she is so passionately playing on, making beautiful and absolutely not random sounds. She even makes up her own songs. It’s way more than cute. It’s her passion and it shows and we are happy to see it growing each day with each note she plays.
My daughter on her first performance dedicated to her sister’s 18th birthday, where 130 family members watched her play on stage “I’m yours” and “Hotel California”, only six months into her guitar lessons. My husband is beside her encouraging the whole time.