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I don’t really know how to play it.
My parents gave it to me for my 21st birthday. I’d been taking lessons for a couple of years then, but once I got accepted to theatre school, I quit the lessons. I set the guitar aside, and didn’t play again for the next 20 years.
But I never got rid of it — either for sentimental reasons, or because I thought maybe I’d pick it up again. I don’t know.
There’ve been a lot of things I’ve quit and never picked up again. [Here’s one.]
I recently watched an old interview clip with Elliott Smith, where he talked about his love for music, and how he just played for himself, because it brought him joy.
I think that’s why I picked it up. Out of a need to get back to me.
It felt really good to sit there quietly, strumming what few chords I could remember, piecing together the faded memories from lessons learned long ago, and filling my house with the sound.
And now my fingers are sore.
I like that.