Crab Apple Web Logs

I will never forget the first time I heard someone play the blues on the guitar. I was ten years old, and my father treated me to a concert. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. At that moment, I knew I wanted to learn to play blues guitar. I begged my parents for an instrument, but they told me I would have to earn at least half of the cost myself. It took me a year of doing odd jobs around the neighborhood, but I finally did it. The day I held my very own guitar in my hands, I was so happy I could cry.