Went to my first ever guitar lesson last night. It was a disaster to say the least.
A little bit of background.
I did a semester of music when I did transition year [a year that students can choose to do or not] and during that time you practically just waste a year, do work experience and go on little trips to random places. Well, one thing that my class did is that we got a choice to try all the modules that we never took before… music being one of them for me.
[Last Christmas Day]
During those handful of weeks, I became the worst in the class. The teacher would run off and make us read music sheets [something I hadn’t done for at least 3 years prior] and we’d all be sitting there, guitars in hands, and she’d call out notes…I was lost, and she would repeatedly point me out [in a fun way] and because I didn’t have a guitar at home, I couldn’t practice. It wasn’t all bad- I was able to play a few songs out…eventually. At the time it didn’t bother me as much, but as the years passed [at least 10 now] it really got to me that I couldn’t play guitar [well, the way I wanted too, anyway]. I think it’s the combination that I love the sound of music and most of the songs I love have guitars in them, and then the whole fact that practically everyone can play the guitar…it couldn’t be as hard as school made it out to be… right?
It turns out, it is.
I walked towards the music school at 19:35, it’s slightly out of my direct route home, but still on the way home. I was waiting at the door when this 7-year-old comes with her dad and guitar slugged over her back…I felt like a kid again, waiting to do a Tang Soo Doo class in the cold gym hall. The air of smugness of the daughter and father didn’t help my feelings in the slightest – or probably I was so wrapped up in this excitement/anxiety running around inside me.
My instructor talks me through what we’d do over the next few weeks if I choose to do the classes. It seems very daunting, but that reading music wouldn’t come into it…thank god!
I sat in front of my instructor, guitar balanced on my lap, with the feeling like he’s scrutinising every-little-way I’m holding onto my instrument. He’s impressed that I know the guitar strings by heart, but then comes the finger positions for the note E and A Minor. These are the exact same positions, just a line down from one another…probably the easiest two notes to change to-and-from…think I could do it? Nope. Not a hope in hell.
He had to show me the basics, such as holding a pic the right way. The right angle to put my fingers at. Yep, lost it all in those few years.
Then came the strumming…I was flicking my wrist too much and how many strings do I have to hit again?? Where does the bottom string keep going to?? I just couldn’t hit all the strings, no matter how much I wanted to.
I got a tonne of homework to do for next week. Such as practicing the music notes and strumming the strings.
Learning the guitar is an extremely daunting process.