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I started guitar and piano lessons at age 8. On piano, I was taking from an old jazzer named Freddie. He played trumpet and piano in the jazz clubs and hotels in San Diego. In 6 months I was playing boogie woogie stuff...totally cool. A couple months later he died. I got another teacher after awhile who gave me gold stars and crap like that. I eventually quit.
I rue the day that Freddie died, and one of my biggest regrets is that I didn't find another teacher like him and keep at it. While I kept at guitar, there is no substitute to being able to do some serious keyboard work.
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