Fascinating...
...as a lefty who plays lefty I would have bet my ass that ALL lefties who play lefty would have said for this kid to learn righty. No question.
The first six months I played, I played both ways and was advancing a little bit faster lefty BUT I was advancing just fine righty. My final decision to go left was based on thinking playing lefty was rare and therefore cooler. This was 1981 so my opinion of that fateful choice is based on almost 25 years.
TELL THE KID TO LEARN RIGHTY. MAKE HIM LEARN RIGHTY. Illustrate to him in anyway you can that this, as far as guitars go, is a right hand world. End of story.
Does he like cars? Tell him lefty is like he can only test drive one out of a hundred and of those 100 only one is a 'vette and then it means he'll have to go through 10,000 to find ONE LH 'vette. Just to test drive, nevermind if he doesn't like it or wrong color or whatever.
Use a computer? Same thing. Nevermind you can move a mouse, just say 'hey, 1 out of 100'. Girls? Whatever analogy you need to use, do it. JUST DO IT.
I have a beautiful wine red Gibbie LH Paul Custom and
a classic maple/black and white US Strat LH. Fine, fine instruments but, to this day, going into a guitar shop is simply horrible. I don't look up when I ask for strings.
Yes, you CAN find good lefties. Yes, there is 'Promised Lands' like Southpaw in Texas and others that cater to the left.
BUT most of lefty life is desolate. He will go to friends houses where there are guitars laying about and someone will wanna show him something and he'll be without. He'll be asked to jam. Nope, no axe. He'll be like the kid in the bubble; you can't leave home without your bubble if you wanna play. It's the same if they come to your home. 'Got a guitar?...no, just lefties? TOO BAD!'
Guitar shops, I say again, it's like walking into a bar full of beautiful women who are all looking at your crotch and licking their lips, showing a little T/A, inviting you...right up until you get your hands on her and put a pick in your left hand.
EWWWWWW...I don't go THAT way! She shrieks. PUT ME DOWN!
It's like choosing to have a handicap.
It IS choosing to have a handicap.
He'll become a 'shut in', he'll always have to have brought his own 'ball' just to go outside to play. People will point and whisper. The dickhead at the shop will say 'you wanna see a whaah? oh yeah, lefty. We got A strat and maybe a Seagul accoustic...I can order you whatever you want...."
FUCK THAT!!! FUCK YOU, GUITAR SHOP OPPRESSOR!!! I want to check out every single one of them PRS's! And let me see that old Hammer Explorer. What's with the Jacksons? Serve me, SERVE ME!
But, alas, no.
No lefties need apply.
We don't serve your kind unless you like Mexican.
Discrimination.
Dispair.
Emptiness.
SAVE THAT CHILD NOW!!!!!!