When I first saw the Beatles on Ed Sullivan I was mesmerized - particularly by John Lennon and his Rickenbacker. I wanted an electric guitar immediately and discovered what I thought would be the dream guitar for me, a Sears Silvertone. Wanting and getting were two different things, though. Every time we'd go to Sears I'd head over to the where that guitar was displayed and drool, but I didn't have the money and my parents refused to get it for me. They did eventually get me a cheap acoustic guitar and signed me up for lessons, taught by possibly the worst music teacher ever. I already had been playing the trumpet for a few years, so had some musical abilities, but this guy had us strumming boring chords in 3/4 time, while I wanted to belt out She Loves You. I kept with it, though, in hopes that my magnificent musical talents would lead my parents to let me graduate to that Silvertone, but my father rather emphatically declared that I was in no way, shape or form going to get an electric guitar. (My parents were huge big band fans, and music that wasn't created by wind or bow just wasn't real music). I eventually lost interest in the guitar and continued on with playing various brass instruments in various organizations all the way through college.
Then, enter Steve Martin......yes, the actor/commedian - hear me out now. My college roommate, and fellow band mate, loved his comedy albums and grew to love his banjo playing. He decided to take up the banjo, and introduced me to the Earl Scruggs book which probably every bluegrass banjo artist started with. I got fairly proficient with the five-string and enjoyed playing it, but it's not something you can really gig with very much - not to mention the neighbors tiring quickly of my version of Foggy Mountain Breakdown.
Now enter Joe Bonamassa, who I've followed almost since he was tagging along with BB as a 12 year old. I'd always been drawn to Stevie, Jimmy Page, Duane Alman, and Gary Moore - that whole blues genre, but Joe was the one who sparked that thought that maybe I could play the guitar after all. Dude half my age inspiring me to play. Being somewhat proficient with the banjo made picking up the guitar easier than it might have been had I been a total beginner. The rest is history.......well, if you consider continuously trying to keep up with backing tracks and impulsively buying new gear in hopes of improvement history.