Previous instructors made the process hard. I’ve come farther in two months now that I understand the patterns than I did in many years of trying, getting frustrated, and quitting. You broke down the mysterious fretboard. At fifty five, a great regret was never learning guitar. Because of you I am erasing that regret from my life.
The story
The jam session where everything changed.
I’d only been playing guitar a few months when I traded solos with my buddy Dave.
Dave had been at it for over ten years. Faster than me, more creative, a bag full of cool licks. I figured I was about to get destroyed.
He went first. His fingers flew across the neck. He bent strings, added vibrato, quoted little bits of Clapton. I thought, man, I’ll never be that good.
But then, every eight or ten notes, he’d hit something that made me wince. You know that sound, when a note just clashes? Almost like nails on a chalkboard. He’d hit one of those sonic landmines, pull a face, and keep right on going. His whole approach was passionate trial and error… hunting for notes, leaning on his ear to tell him if he was close. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it really didn’t.
Then it was my turn. My solo was way less flashy. Slower. Simpler. I didn’t have his bag of tricks. But I had one thing he didn’t: three simple scale patterns my teacher had shown me. Every note I played fit. The solo was almost boring next to Dave’s… but there wasn’t a single one of those cringe-inducing clunkers in it.
When I finished, Dave looked genuinely confused. “How do you know where all the notes are?”
“I don’t,” I said. “I just know the patterns.”