Bluesman
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Hi,
My name is Steve and I am a guitarist. I've never been regressed nor do I have any specific 'Memories' of any past lives.
I have however had a feeling...almost a knowledge, of my destiny as a musician/guitarist.
From my earliest recollections, I knew I was supposed to play the guitar. It wasn't a fascination or a 'Oh wow that looks cool' kind of thing with me. I knew it was what I was supposed to do before I knew what it was.
Growing up in a non-musical, relatively poor family, I never had the opportunity to play or learn to play. Every year I asked for a guitar for Christmas and for my birthday with no avail.
My parents had foster children when I was fairly young and one of them played the guitar. My older sister then thought she wanted to learn how to play and my parents bought her a guitar so she could learn from the foster child (a girl who was a few years older than my sister). While my sister didn't take to it, I did...without any help from the foster child. Naturally, I was asked, then told not to touch the either of the guitars as they were not mine. This was torture.
When I got a little older, I was able to take lessons as a school music class, but had nothing to practice on at home and never really went anywhere with it...
When I moved to Alaska, I had the opportunity again and this time flourished as a sight reading jazz playing bassist in less that six months of formal training. Still, something was missing...
My teacher moved from our school and again, I was out of luck, but I had decided that the time was right and I bought a guitar and taught myself based on what I knew to that point.
So you don't have to read my entire life story, I have been playing now for nearly 30 years and have had some successes with it but have never become famous outside of my own small region...
The thing is though, I have grown to excel in a style that I was not taught in any way and is usually attributed to African American guitarists of the South and South East that was popularized in the 20s to mid 50's.
Being a mix of Canadian Native American and Caucasian, I have no ties to the South or anyone who played in this style. I've never even been there... I think the closest I've been to there was Iowa.
I have had an uncounted number of piers (some semi-famous, some unknown...like me) and two different professional guitarists and from the Southern region of the US, who have heard me play and have told me I have an uncanny feel for the blues and have amazing technique for someone who just picked it up. Also, I have been told that my vocals sound "Black". This is in now way intended as a slight or put-down as for most blues artists who are not of African decent, sounding "black" is to sound authentic.
So, I'd like to know your thoughts of my story... it has taken me on a journey that has not ended yet and I want to know if it's just a random thing or if this feeling that I was destined to be a guitarist was evidence of some kind of past life.
Thank you for reading, your time and consideration.
Steve
My name is Steve and I am a guitarist. I've never been regressed nor do I have any specific 'Memories' of any past lives.
I have however had a feeling...almost a knowledge, of my destiny as a musician/guitarist.
From my earliest recollections, I knew I was supposed to play the guitar. It wasn't a fascination or a 'Oh wow that looks cool' kind of thing with me. I knew it was what I was supposed to do before I knew what it was.
Growing up in a non-musical, relatively poor family, I never had the opportunity to play or learn to play. Every year I asked for a guitar for Christmas and for my birthday with no avail.
My parents had foster children when I was fairly young and one of them played the guitar. My older sister then thought she wanted to learn how to play and my parents bought her a guitar so she could learn from the foster child (a girl who was a few years older than my sister). While my sister didn't take to it, I did...without any help from the foster child. Naturally, I was asked, then told not to touch the either of the guitars as they were not mine. This was torture.
When I got a little older, I was able to take lessons as a school music class, but had nothing to practice on at home and never really went anywhere with it...
When I moved to Alaska, I had the opportunity again and this time flourished as a sight reading jazz playing bassist in less that six months of formal training. Still, something was missing...
My teacher moved from our school and again, I was out of luck, but I had decided that the time was right and I bought a guitar and taught myself based on what I knew to that point.
So you don't have to read my entire life story, I have been playing now for nearly 30 years and have had some successes with it but have never become famous outside of my own small region...
The thing is though, I have grown to excel in a style that I was not taught in any way and is usually attributed to African American guitarists of the South and South East that was popularized in the 20s to mid 50's.
Being a mix of Canadian Native American and Caucasian, I have no ties to the South or anyone who played in this style. I've never even been there... I think the closest I've been to there was Iowa.
I have had an uncounted number of piers (some semi-famous, some unknown...like me) and two different professional guitarists and from the Southern region of the US, who have heard me play and have told me I have an uncanny feel for the blues and have amazing technique for someone who just picked it up. Also, I have been told that my vocals sound "Black". This is in now way intended as a slight or put-down as for most blues artists who are not of African decent, sounding "black" is to sound authentic.
So, I'd like to know your thoughts of my story... it has taken me on a journey that has not ended yet and I want to know if it's just a random thing or if this feeling that I was destined to be a guitarist was evidence of some kind of past life.
Thank you for reading, your time and consideration.
Steve