My musical evolution from classical snob to metal lover is due to my dear MoTH, an avid rocker torn between the opposing forces of his debauched tendancies (drinking, smoking, and carousing till all hours) and his pure impulses (sweetly handling my every mood and catering to my many whims. Also working hard at law school). Luckily he’s found solice in bands he deems both debauched and pure, in that they are the biggest, baddest, ultimatest expression of the genre.
The result of his tutelage seems to be that I am no longer content merely to listen in awe. And jumping around is just stupid. So I’ve decided to take up the electric guitar as both an outlet for my wilder side and because I have no room for a piano. Adam kindly “gave” me his Fender Stratocaster, and this weekend he bought me a fancy amp and pedal board which can make all sorts of really cool effects, along with a beginning lesson book and an AC/DC songbook.
I think he was maybe a little put out that the piece of equipment I was most excited about was the shiny red cord, but it is really pretty and it looks great with the black guitar. 
Anyway, I’ve practiced about 20-25 minutes each day, which is about my limit since I don’t have calluses and the strings make my fingers hurt. I know six notes and I sound awful. It’s really weird to be such a beginner again. But Joanna’s brain book explains the amazing ways the brain can continue to grow when faced with new challenges, so it’s good for me to learn this, as well as fun and hopefully eventually really sexy. Adam laughing calls me “Shredder Foo” now but that’s a LONG way off.
We rearranged his “office” last weekend, resulting in more space, a better layout, and room for the new music equipment.
Haha. Love that you reference my brain book
Speaking of, did I loan that to you or to Rachel?
Not me! Must have been Rachel…