How did you get to be a guitar teacher then (I imagine) I hear you ask?
Well……… I’d love to pretend that there always lay within me a deep and abiding passion to educate. A burning desire to light the way for other musicians setting out on the same journey that I took only a few short years before but the truth is that I started teaching guitar because I wanted money to buy beer with.
There I was fresh out of music college and cohabiting with a woman who seemed to be of the opinion that she was not about to go to work in an office all day to see her hard earned wages poured down the throat of a workshy toad who spent all day sat round in his underpants picking his nose and watching daytime television.
Not content to bask in the reflected glory that came from living under the same roof and breathing the same (admittedly stale) air as the man destined to rewrite the rules of popular music, she seemed strangely taken by the notion that the security of my status as a cohabitee (with associated rights and privileges) was somehow dependant upon my ability to contribute meaningfully to the household budget.
As an act of finely crafted revenge , I married her
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