I got started with guitar late. It was maybe my second year of college.
My friend Art called me one day and said he wanted to show me something.
“Go for it” I said.
Next thing I know, he was busting out a nearly-perfect fingerpicked rendition of “House of the Rising Sun.” My jaw just dropped to the floor.
I asked how long he had been practicing, and to my surprise, he said it only took him 2 WHOLE MONTHS.
Two friggin’ months?! I couldn’t believe it.
Art had just changed my life forever.
He didn’t even know it.
I went home, did a ton of research about guitars, and by bought my very first guitar the next week: An Ibanez acoustic for around $200.
(A totally shitty guitar btw. I recommend 2 great beginner guitar in the newsletter.)
I spent the next 3 years practicing 2-4 hours every day.
Problem was, I still sounded like crap. Not even close to what Art did in just 2 months. I had no clue why.
So I decided, “screw it! I’m just gonna go take lessons”
At first, I went through two teachers who didn’t know what the fuck they were doing, and even had trouble playing themselves. Huge waste of time.
Finally, I found someone who seemed PERFECT:
The lead guitarist for an iconic classic rock band. (You’d know the band if I mentioned it) He even had his own column in Guitar World magazine.
This guy was a musical fucking GENIUS.
He knew his theory cold and showed me some stuff that would’ve taken me years to figure out.
I did everything he told me to, exactly like he wanted.
I STILL sucked. And maybe even worse than before. Songs I played well = ZERO (still)
One day I showed up to a lesson 10 minutes late and started apologizing,
“I’m so sorry, there was a problem with trains and…”
“Wait”, He cut me off…
“Listen, I don’t think you’re improving fast enough. There will be no lesson today. You need to find a new teacher. And I’m keeping the money because you wasted my time.”
I was crushed.
And just like that, he destroyed my career in music.
I couldn’t play guitar for weeks after that.
But after some time went by, I thought again about what he said. And something changed inside me….
I got pissed.
That guy didn’t know the first thing about teaching. And he was WRONG about me. I have what it takes to play guitar just as good as anyone. AND…
I’m gonna prove it.
So I made a vow that day.
I swore that if I ever got to a point where I could play guitar like I wanted.. I would help anyone who wanted to learn how I did it.
I would help ANYONE. Just so another asshole guitar “teacher” wouldn’t be able to ruin another innocent kid’s music career.
No B.S. Guitar intends to do exactly that.
I’ve figured out why I wasn’t improving. And most importantly, I’ve figured out what I needed to be doing.
You’re gonna learn it all.