Growing up with a guitar can be like growing up with an amplifier, a friend told me.
Guitar is a tool of life and, like any tool, it can be misused or abused.
And, in my case, it has been.
Growing up in the Midwest, the guitar is what I remember the most about being a kid.
When my dad bought a new guitar in the early ’80s, I wasn’t the only kid in my family to have a Gibson Les Paul.
It was a real treat.
It had a big, clean sound and had a lot of humbucker pickups, which were not that uncommon at the time.
The sound was loud and crisp, and the tone was smooth and warm.
I remember thinking, This is the guitar I wanted when I was growing up.
I could play it like a bass, but that would be silly, because there was no bass.
My dad had the big fat thing up front with a red dot, and that’s what I’d call the humbucking pickups.
I didn’t even know what that meant, but it made the sound very distinctive.
The guitar I loved at that time had a very large, flat top with a round body that was also thick enough to hold a bass.
When I got older, the sound got a little more refined, and I started to find more comfortable, more natural sounding things.
The big guitar that I played, the Gibson Les Pontes, was still good.
But it wasn’t what I wanted.
When it was time for me to get a new one, my dad had an old, cheap-looking Gibson amplifier in the garage that he kept running on his electric guitar.
The amp had a really big speaker that plugged into a big tube amplifier.
It also had a bass amp, which was a very common sound in the ’70s and ’80