I started guitar
lessons at the beginning of September 2005. I knew, to say
the least, nothing about guitar, notes, or chords, other
than the fact that they sounded good. Lessons were tedious
and boring but I was forced to stick with it, I'm thankful
to my mother for making me. About 8 months after I had started
I wrote my first song, it was nothing amazing, but was the
start of a passion i hadn't yet discovered.
Before my music I had nothing
to tame my anger or help me understand my own thoughts.
I would sit in my room and cry or fret over a situation
that deserved none of the time I waste on it. We all have
our ways of letting out any emotion we have, an alternative
to thinking or being sad, and strumming those steel strings
is mine.
Every one of these songs has a
meaning to them. I can picture the moment when I first knew
I had something I needed to say and can think of exactly
what was on my mind when I first wrote the words. These
songs mark significant moments, people, and places in my
life. This music, these words, they are me.
