Once upon a time a young lad, aged 16, was given a
guitar in exchange for decorating a room. It had no
strings and no machine heads, but was perfect for air
guitar.
Years of buying bits, struggling with tutor books and
being shouted at by parents later, the chord of D was
mastered and the world was my oyster; well limpet
anyway.
Watching Leo Kottke play 12-string was a
huge motivation, so was the tasteful work of George
Harrison, the manic riffs of Mick Green and Wilko Johnson, the ultra cool lines
of David Gilmour plus the wizardry of Django Reinhardt, Albert Lee, Lindsey Buckingham and Brian May.
After years of practise, I can't play like any of them,
but that D-chord still sounds good.
