I've always loved guitars, I think, since I was a little guy. I remember the daughter (Kelly?) of the man who lived across the street from our house came over one time when she was just breaking into the jazz scene in San Antonio (she's famous now by the way; I forget her "stage" name) and she played guitar. I was in elementary school and I just thought it was the coolest thing. My mother had earlier tried to cultivate my budding musical interest by providing me with this totally crappy little Sears guitar and Kelly tried to tune/fix it for me. As enthused as I was, I just could NOT get past the poor construction of the instrument to really get anywhere. I liked guitar, but I was practically FIGHTING that particular instrument to find some reason to keep on loving the 6 strings.