Musically Inept Intro
Nov. 13th, 2025 07:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melodia_draconisMy only experience with a musical instrument was when I took private drum lessons in high school. Admittedly, I'd consider myself a terrible student, but it was fun for a while. I dropped out of the band elective class when the teacher announced a Disneyland trip, and I eventually stopped attending lessons.
My dad's side of the family was musical. We'd gather at my Nana and Papa's ranch, and aunties and uncles would set up jam sessions, playing instruments and singing. Meanwhile, I'd be outside playing swords and dragons with my cousin. I never developed an ear for music, and I never really had any desire to learn how to play an instrument (besides dabbling in drums), and instead would turn to the visual arts as my creative outlet.
Then, many years later, moved away from home, driving the long stretch of road between where my husband and I lived and Bismarck, I mentioned to my husband that it would be fun to learn to play guitar just so that I could play with my dad. The thought stuck around. My husband remained supportive of the interest (he has played instruments in the past, including my poor abandoned drum kit that he pounded metalhead blast beats into).
Today, I am waiting for a used left-handed Ibanez GRG20Z to arrive. I have no idea what anything means. I just purchased the cheapest-at-the-time left-handed guitar I could find online. I suppose I could have learned right-handed, but then I think back and wonder if drums and rhythm would have made more sense if I oriented them the other way around.
My dad's side of the family was musical. We'd gather at my Nana and Papa's ranch, and aunties and uncles would set up jam sessions, playing instruments and singing. Meanwhile, I'd be outside playing swords and dragons with my cousin. I never developed an ear for music, and I never really had any desire to learn how to play an instrument (besides dabbling in drums), and instead would turn to the visual arts as my creative outlet.
Then, many years later, moved away from home, driving the long stretch of road between where my husband and I lived and Bismarck, I mentioned to my husband that it would be fun to learn to play guitar just so that I could play with my dad. The thought stuck around. My husband remained supportive of the interest (he has played instruments in the past, including my poor abandoned drum kit that he pounded metalhead blast beats into).
Today, I am waiting for a used left-handed Ibanez GRG20Z to arrive. I have no idea what anything means. I just purchased the cheapest-at-the-time left-handed guitar I could find online. I suppose I could have learned right-handed, but then I think back and wonder if drums and rhythm would have made more sense if I oriented them the other way around.
