My Musical Roots----"The Big Ole Gibson"
As I begin this Journey on the origin of my Music,
I would like to share the first memory that I had as a little boy growing up in a home where Music was always being Played. I can remember my Father playing a big ole guitar called the Jumbo Gibson. He played so well, but could not read sheet music of any kind. He was self taught. He could listen to a song and then pick up his guitar and replay the song almost as he heard it. You can check out my Bio Page to get a little taste of His History with playing in bands and always being the one to entertain at family gathering.
As I got to be the age of around 7-8 I really liked plucking the strings and hearing the sound come out of the big hole in the center of the guitar.
But I had One Problem,,,IT WAS TO BIG for me to hold up and even touch the stings. At this stage in my life I had already determined that I was going to be LEFT HANDED. (if I'd only had realized what difficulty it was going to be living in a right hand world) i might of changed,,,or maybe not!!
So with that being said,,,I tried to pick up the guitar, but it was too big. I would watch my father teach my 2 older brothers how to strum an
d make cords with their fingers. But for me my Father would just tell me it was too hard teaching me how to play holding the guitar the wrong way.
I would watch and watch until One day I decided to just lay down the Big Ole Guitar and by placing the pick in my left hand, I found that I could bring my right hand over the top of the guitar place my fingers where I would watching my Dad and brother place their fingers and found I could make cords... As time went on I practiced and practiced,,all the time. I wanted to play the guitar.
It was from the very first strum that I knew I COULD DO IT....
One of the first times I can remember I was making a trip up to Payson, Arizona with my Parents to spend a weekend with my Aunts and Uncles. We would make 2 stops on the way up there. The first was at the Sunflower Bar, in Sunflower Arizona. I would get up and play a song or two with the band.
Then it was the 2nd stop to the Historical Oxbowl INN located in Payson , Arizona I was probably 12 or 13 years of age at this time and I remember sitting in a High Bar stool Playing the Boogy Woogy song that I had learned from my Dad. As I finished people would come up to me and shove money down my shirt and place it in my Cowboy Hat. I thought this is pretty cool. I started to really love the idea of playing music and entertaining people at a very young age. Singing the country hits at the time was also a lot fun, I would listen on the Radio, and write down the words as fast as I could on paper and play it over and over again. I had no Recorder until a few years after all of this. I never learned to read music, I would hear it and then figure it out on the guitar, just like my father. THANKS DAD
It was from the very first strum that I knew I COULD DO IT....
One of the first times I can remember I was making a trip up to Payson, Arizona with my Parents to spend a weekend with my Aunts and Uncles. We would make 2 stops on the way up there. The first was at the Sunflower Bar, in Sunflower Arizona. I would get up and play a song or two with the band.
Then it was the 2nd stop to the Historical Oxbowl INN located in Payson , Arizona I was probably 12 or 13 years of age at this time and I remember sitting in a High Bar stool Playing the Boogy Woogy song that I had learned from my Dad. As I finished people would come up to me and shove money down my shirt and place it in my Cowboy Hat. I thought this is pretty cool. I started to really love the idea of playing music and entertaining people at a very young age. Singing the country hits at the time was also a lot fun, I would listen on the Radio, and write down the words as fast as I could on paper and play it over and over again. I had no Recorder until a few years after all of this. I never learned to read music, I would hear it and then figure it out on the guitar, just like my father. THANKS DAD
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