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Here’s my story – and why I created this site.
Let me start off by asking you some questions:
- When did you start playing the guitar? Are you brand new? Are you ‘seasoned’?
- Is it your passion?
- Do you love it? Of course you do – but: DO YOU REALLY LOVE IT? Are you willing to bet with me?
- Do your friends love it? Do you care?
- How about them ladies? ;-)
Every story has a beginning:
I was 14 years old when I started playing the guitar, in a very small, remote place on the other side of the OCEAN. My guitar learning was born out of frustration and anger (which I don’t recommend actually, but man – it can be a driver)!
This anger was mostly because my brothers were more popular than I was, mostly because I was clueless but most of all – because I wanted to show them that I could be a BIG BROTHER too – even though I was just the middle one.
I started out as an insane guitarist - by trying the super difficult G-chord with one finger, then, then the nasty challenge of an A-chord with two fingers, and then – the breakthrough – 3 fingers, the ultimate payback: the dreaded D-Chord!
I was on my way!
I had conquered the most basic chords, but could play Beatles songs, I could actually fake some rock bands, and also the beginning of “stairway to heaven” – which sounded a lot like cats claws being pulled across a chalkboard, I’m sure.
My mother was always supportive though – and kept me going through it all.
My older brother was already playing with a great band called the “Yankee Clippers” and I aspired to be like him. Things are still similar today, but I think he finally caught up with the fact that I was cool, after all. (hats off to you, older bro’!)
I wanted to join his band as a professional guitarist, but quickly was put down by others in his band, the real truth came hard: I was nowhere good enough! In fact, they laughed at me behind my back, and I was back in my closet (Yes, that’s where I tried to become a guitarist, and my safe place).
I was so pissed off, I threw my cheap guitar (forget the name now) into that closet and pillows and other crap on top of it.
I was done!
Fast forward a few months, and my younger brother needed a guitar player in his band (yes, both my brothers were in bands, not me!). He asked me if I could audition, but we needed to do it fast, so I had to prepare a few songs. I pulled out my heavily down-soaked guitar again, wired up new strings, and started in.
I spent 2 days preparing, and I was ready. Very exciting, indeed. My younger brother was elated for me, already.
Well, I didn’t get to complete even the first song, it was determined that I couldn’t hack it, and I felt ridiculed even more, since these guys were younger than me, and my brother and I were (still are!) very close – he didn’t support me either – a double, negative whammy!
This time, I took the guitar book and trashed it, kicked the guitar back into the closet, and wrapped my bleeding fingers in a cloth, and went to bed – in tears. I had been blown off a second time – and I had tried so hard!
Ok, fast forward 6 month (what a hellish year!) – and my younger brother came back and said: “we need you to take some guitar lessons”, so I signed up with a local guitar teacher, and noticed some of my band mates attending also. I thought this was a great thing.
Boy, I was wrong.
Well, it was winter, very cold – my guitar was freezing, and so was I – but my fingers seemed to warm us both up a little, since it was clear that the teacher knew what he was doing, and I felt inspired – for the first time in a long while. My brother’s band had a gig coming up, and I think they all felt that I was their man, especially after joining these classes, and seeing some progress.
However, as luck would have it – it didn’t go so well. On one of the nights of guitar class, I forget why – but I basically got into a fist-fight with the keyboard player, and I tore a big hole in his brand new winter jacket (I still remember the bubbly, blue jacket) – and threw him on the ground. It was obvious that this was going nowhere, and I was sick and tired of class too. The teacher was too advanced for me, and I wasn’t keeping up. I hated all the boring ‘over-and-over’ again crap.
This time – I decided to quit, permanently. All materials, books, notes, picks, guitar, strings – all slammed back into my closet, and the guitar was almost broken this time.
I moved on.
Until, I saw how my younger brother (bass guitarist by now) was really picking up not only steam, and providing great licks, but seemingly the ladies as well (we called them girls then) – and I got super jealous.
I decided to teach myself the guitar, with the books and the cheap-o guitar I had. I sat down every day, for 3 months straight, and learned strumming, picking, chords, chord structures, barre, tuning my own guitar by ear and ripping off Beatles and Elvis’ tunes, from chord arrangements to text. I started singing even, and learned the stuff cold. I wanted to impress the ladies also, and be famous.
I was asked to rehearse again in my younger brother’s band. This time, I was in charge. I felt like a million bucks. It was all so worth it now – even the keyboard player smiled at me.
I became the lead singer of the band (youngest band in my country at the time), lead guitarist (only me!) and played keyboards, drums, bass – all of it. I wrote songs, I wrote/sang the lyrics, and became a head writer for a top-10 list at that time. We ran a 5 week course as #4 on the TOP 10 MUSIC list.
This is my story. It’s possible to make it – it’s all doable. I’m in the Internet business now, play jazz guitar at home, and have written many songs over the years.
However, if I had the Internet back then, I would have loved to hear what other people thought of me, and learn from the best, to become the best of the best – and compete early & often. I would have loved to get my own world-class guitar (example: ES-335 Gibson, 1957 Strat) and be tought be the best in the guitar business.
Today, you have the chance to skip all the sadness of my background. Get online, join YouGuitarist.com – and find out what the buzz is all about. We are launching July 31 st. Details will be disclosed soon.
To try the free guitarist voting service, sign up free guitars voting
You will guaranteed a brand new guitar, and free guitar lessons for 30 days. You also may get a record contract, but I’m working on that.
All I need is:
- Your story (happy, sad, fun, weird) (go to youguitarist.net and post here)
- Email me your video
- Email address & Name
*Disclaimer: You cannot be a professional guitarist, working as a studio musician or similar. This is for amateurs wanting to get out of the “same ol’ thing” – make a statement, and GET FAMOUS WITH YOUR GUITAR ONLINE.
Guitaristically Yours,
Jon Roggie (fake name, but I'm like you - and I reveal myself in August!)
Youguitarist.Com – “the-brand-new-guitar-to-your-door-in-30-days-guy”
*’ you must be “riffed” for 30 days to get it, but the first month of launch you are getting my personal, guitar – a 1957 Fender that I bought in 1987. It’s valued at more than $5,000.
*’ Every 30 days – you can get a new guitar from sponsors like Gibson, Fender, Takamine, Yamaha. Rules to follow.
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