XV. TROUBLED WATER
Eighth grade. Still trying to harness this thing coursing through me. As far as I could determine, it impacted me in two ways: one – my guitar skills were out of this world. I’d think of a tune or a progression… or sometimes I wouldn’t even be thinking anything. It all flowed through my guitar. Completely second-nature. I could play anything. It didn’t matter what genre – rock, classical, country, jazz. I preferred rock, of course, but I think one reason why I’ve become so popular is that I infuse everything into my music. I became an endless channel, expressing my music through my enchanted instrument. Yes, I had taught myself, sequestered down in the dungeon for two years with nothing but Terry and Mellie. I trained myself to become a good player, but I was admittedly
