He’s been begging for it for ages now.
“I really want an electric guitar!” became the Boy’smantra. Yet we were afraid that, like so many other interests, it might just fade away, so we told him to use L’s old pink guitar to show that he’s really interested in playing, committed to playing, disciplined enough for playing.
I’m not entirely sure he proved all those things, but he made a valiant effort. He learned a few chords (really mastering a couple of them) and got to where he could switch back and forth between them. He practiced chromatic scales to get single-string control along with finger sequencing. And he talked about it a lot.
Of course, he had a point: an electric guitar, with its lighter gauge strings, is easier to play than a steel-string acoustic. A nylon-string acoustic/classical guitar would be the easiest and the gentlest on his fingers, but he wanted an electric guitar. Passion is important, and he was passionate about this, and we want him to keep that passion.
