Okay, who wants to see where I took guitar lessons, where my black 1974 Stratocaster (the one I still play today) was ordered by my dad from the Fender factory, and where it was placed in my teenage hands?
I was in town a while back, Downey-California, for a dentist appointment and I thought it would be fun to snap a few pictures and share some non-wikipedia-awesome musical history with you all!
First, in this very downtown structure on 3rd Street, I studied classical guitar (back when I could actually make sense of music notation) with Mike Bennett. Then I went to electric guitar, and in the same cozy little building I learned rock licks. I don't remember this teacher's name though (Dear teacher: If you happen to tread this. Please respond).
I was schooled in the end unit on the left
One song in particular I remember being taught - the guitar solo in
"Dark Eyed Cajun Women" by the Doobie Brothers. It was perfect for a kid just getting acquainted with his blues scales.
Now in the hands of 'Bogie'
