FOOD FOR thought
Nov 20, 2019
3 minutes
When I got a scholarship to study at The Guitar Institute back in 1996, I was honestly expecting to be the worst in the class. I showed up on the first day thinking that I was going to be the awkward kid from some distant island that wouldn’t be able to keep up. After chatting with a few of the guys, I discovered they all felt the same way. It worked out that I was one of the
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