He started when he was fairly young, about nine. At my urging, he took lessons from a very nice, very quiet, very unassuming man in our local town. He liked it well enough, so we bought him his first acoustic guitar.
Naturally, then, he quit.
It was several years before he picked up his guitar again. He thought he might like to take lessons again, but by that time the very nice, very quiet, very unassuming man had closed up shop. We found a different teacher in another town who asked him what sort of music he liked and taught him from those songs.Soon the music of Green Day filled our house. And Linkin Park. And from then on, he's been hooked.
But we aren't big fans of 'shoulds.'
He writes his own songs and composes music. He searches for favorite songs on the internet and downloads the tabs.
And was invited to join a rock band by another friend.
One band, Proceed with Caution, practices at his friend Noah's house. That's where they were yesterday when Noah's mom, Gina, offered homemade cookies in exchange for a performance. But when she walked into their practice room, apparently the air was, um, a little, um... ripe.
"Um, it kinda, like, sorta, uh, stinks in here?" said Gina. She's really eloquent like that.
And Noah replied...
"That's the smell of rock."