I pretty much took up guitar because all my friends played and they seemed cool and had girls hanging around all the time... so I put 2 + 2 together and decided I'd be a famous guitarist... and have girls hanging round me too.
I realised later I'd made a tactical error and should have been a singer - this realisation occurred at my first big, real gig with a substantial audience in attendance, when I stepped up to do a blistering solo in Evil Ways which I thought would make even Carlos Santana envious, only to realise as the spotlight focused on the crowd in front of me that the only people standing in front of me where guys playing air guitar going beserk and shouting "Yeah man!" whilst on my left, in front of the singer, were possibly thousands of incredibly good looking nubile chicks casting goo goo eyes in his direction EVEN THOUGH HE WASN'T CURRENTLY ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING!!!!!
Hello....LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was gutted, but it was too late to turn back, so I stuck with it... and on the whole it's turned out OK. All my friends dropped guitar playing a couple of years later when they realised I could smoke them (or that's what I told myself, anyway) and I'm still going all these years later. Also, they all got fat and bald...
That has nothing to do with this post, but I was reminiscing whilst being bored at work... a dangerous combo!
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