By Greg Goss
October 12, 2018
I started playing guitar when I was 13. I had early aspirations of becoming a rock guitar god and I practiced extensively in my teens. However, I didn’t get much beyond the intermediate level in my youth.
The problem (which was unclear to me at the time) was that I was more enamored with the idea of being worshipped than I was with playing the guitar. I enjoyed playing, but I wasn’t in love with playing.
I had a moment of realization one day when I went to see my buddy’s band practice. I heard that he was playing with a killer guitar player, a guy who practiced obsessively. Seeing him play was humbling; he was way out of my league. The difference between us was that I liked to play, whereas he had to play. He had the passion required to become a great player.
I’ve since gone through a few periods of committed guitar practice, and at times I felt like I was on the cusp of reaching the rare advanced level. I just didn’t have the drive to sustain it.
Here’s an example of a time when I was getting my lead guitar chops together pretty well:
And here’s an example of when my fingerpicking chops were in good order…
There’s no shame that I haven’t become the next Yngwie Malmsteen, Frank Gambale, Shawn Lane, Jimi Hendrix or Anna Vidovic (yet!). The guitar geniuses got that way because of their specific unique talents and dedication. I’m happy with what I’ve accomplished so far with my skills. My passion in music these days lies in the process of creating – making soothing, uplifting, soul-nourishing music. That’s what drives me as a musician, and it’s what I could do all day long.