Originally Posted by DC Ron
I mean, the guys who can really play that stuff are WAY beyond my reach. They just are. It was still a good investment, since I learned a lot about music and probably more about myself than I wanted to know.
I hear ya man. But the best that we can play is the best we can play and I wouldn't let that slow you down, continued growth is my goal.
Studying and playing an instrument will always pay dividends; and I don't necessarily mean money or fame.

Chapter 8 begins with a thought-provoking paragraph.

You wake from a deep sleep and open your eyes. It’s dark. The distant regular beating at the periphery of your hearing is still there. You rub your eyes with your hands, but you can’t make out any shapes or forms. Time passes, but how long? Half an hour? One hour? Then you hear a different recognizable sound – an amorphous, moving, wiggly sound with fast beating, a pounding that you can feel in your feet. The sounds start and stop without definition. Gradually building up and dying down, they weave together with no clear beginnings or endings. These familiar sounds are comforting, you’ve heard them before. As you listen, you have a vague notion of what will come next, and it does, even as the sounds remain remote and muddled, as though you’re listening underwater. Inside the womb, surrounded by amniotic fluid, the fetus hears sounds.

Hmmm, I wonder if Joe "BonaMonster's" mother listened to blues while carrying him.

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For me there’s no better place in the band than to have one leg in the harmony world and the other in the percussive. Thank you Paul Tutmarc and Leo Fender.