(Named after the woman I bought her from, not the pseudo-masturbating-on-stage-legend.)
Back story: When I was ten my parents bought me an acoustic guitar and payed for lessons. Unfortunately, I had the discipline of a gnat and didn’t practice enough even though I had natural talent (so said my teacher- I’m not just tooting my own horn). I kept that guitar until I moved here three years ago. For those of you who don’t feel like doing math, that’s 23 years that I kept that guitar.
And I never learned more than some Christmas carols and “When the Saints Go Marching In.”
I’ve always wanted to play an instrument and now seems like the perfect time to go after this childhood dream. Once my dance class is up, I’m signing up for lessons. Eventually maybe I will even get good enough to take requests and then we can have some video sing-a-longs. You might have to stick around for a couple years for that though.