When I was knee high to a grasshopper my Nana passed an organ on to our household. I had to take lessons, I learnt to read music (for which I’m eternally grateful). I didn’t stick with it.
Flash forward several years.
My older brother had an extensive cassette collection with lots of bands I’d never heard off. I must of been 14yo when one night I decided to grab two random albums from my brothers cassette collection to listen to while I did my homework. They were Starfish by The Church and Pleased To Meet Me by The Replacements. There was no going back. Not only did I like what I was hearing, but to me it was better than what I was hearing in the popular charts. It was Indi/alternative music for me from then on.
18yo and on the dole. Looking for work as best as an 18yo knows how, but needed a reason to get out of bed each morning. Brought a cheap pawn shop guitar and started about 12 months of guitar lessons. I remember it had a stick for a bridge.
Got interested in Jazz later in life through returning to guitar lessons and my former guitar tutor, Ross Gibson down in Gosnells (recommendation).
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