Some time ago I wrote a post about how I didn’t choose to have music as a profession – I just couldn’t imaging a life without playing guitar every day … all day – so today we are looking down the history lane.
My first guitar
I started playing guitar when I was around 4 years old. My big brother bought an electric guitar and I got so jealous that my parents bought me a small acoustic as well. I guess they thought I would keep interest for a week or two and then return to my normal routines, but no …
My brother, who was ten years older than me, showed me new chords or a scale every once in a while, but I didn’t had “real” lessons on a regular basics. I had fun with the guitar, but I also did a lot of other typical child stuff.
When I was around ten years old my brother took me to an Eric Clapton concert and I was blown away. When we left the concert hall, I told my brother that I would play like Clapton one day. He smiled and told me that if I wanted to do that, I should practice and practice a lot. l remember how I said to myself: “hell yeah, then I’m going to practice a lot”, but I just looked at my bro and said “ok”.
After that experience my interest for music intensified. I bought my first electric guitar when I was ten years old and started practicing a bit more seriously. Every time my dad, who was a potter was asked to entertain with some of the songs he wrote as a hobby, he always invited my brother and me to join him. I slowly got used to playing live. This also resulted in my first radio-show-recording when I was around twelve. My brother and I played two “songs” (different types of improvised blueses) and I played a jazzy song together with my dad.
Music as a profession
I still did a lot of other things and wasn’t thinking of having music as a profession – it was just fun to play – the same way that I enjoyed taking pictures with my camera or driving my moped.
When I was around sixteen and enjoying the holiday before I had to to start my final three years at highschool, I bought my first serious guitar – a Gibson Les Paul deluxe. I started practicing from morning til night, every single day.
I was practicing jazz chords by “Mickey Baker”, and playing along to every record I could get hold of with Albert, B.B. and Freddie King. When the school was about to begin again, I was so caught of music that I don’t have words for it.
When all my classmates started talking about university – studying law or how they wanted to be a dentist or vet, I was paralysed. The only thing I could focus on was my guitar. The following three years I went to school – not much, but enough to stay in. In conjunction with every examination I was called to the principals office and had some serious warnings. I was told tofocus more on the school and less on music. I tried … seriously I tried but couldn’t.
With my moms help, who taught me “everything” I should have learned the last 3 years within 1-2 months up to the final examinations, I graduated. It wasn’t an impressive graduation, but I passed.
A year after the graduation I moved to Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark, and started to follow my dream – to make a living by music. It was a struggle and I had to work hard, but after a couple of years it started to make sense … I’ll gladly write about that periode another time 🙂 (you can read more about who I’ve played with here).
As you can read, I didn’t choose to have music as a profession I just couldn’t exist without music and playing my guitar. My life wouldn’t mean anything if I wasn’t practicing and playing every day – 100% dedication … 100% passion.
All the very best