Since I was a little baby I was exposed to live music. My grandfather lived at a time where there were no radios or any sort of electronic musical devices. So he got himself a mandolin and a balalaika. My dad has told me that my grandpa and my grandma always sang that is how their whole family became a musician of some sort. Every one of my uncles plays an instrument. They all know how to play the guitar and some know how to play the piano. All of my 3 ants sing. My dad plays: piano, violin, flute, guitar, accordion, and harmonica. Every time all of them would get together they would all bring their music and their instruments and all they would do is sing for most of the time. I always liked to listen and sing along. Inside of me has been a want to play just like them, but I did not want to put the hard work to learn how to. .
When I was about eleven years old my dad sent me to a musical school to learn the accordion. I liked the way the instrument sounded and was excited that I was going to play. I thought I would just sit down and start playing just like my dad. I was disappointed because I couldn't do a single thing. It was taking long time and I was getting tiered of all the strenuous finger work outs and repetitive exercises. I quit the lessons, but I still had this longing to play. When I saw someone that played an instrument fluently I would envy them and wanted to start again.
One time my dad showed me a couple of chords on his guitar. I learned my first song that I played over and over, like a cd player when put on repeat. I put the idea aside for a while. Then one day my best friend got a guitar and started to learn and was getting good at it. That just made me mad at my self and also embarrassed me. How can I the one that was born into a family of musicians not play when he who never liked live music started playing? Plus him being the one who I competed against at everything that there was except girls.
