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Originally Posted by zebozen  zebozen strikes again. 
weave me a tale of magic and intrigue about music and your life.
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Ah, something I've had my eyes set on for quite a while now. I'll give this a shot...
The story of how I learned to play guitar (there may be a few embellishments):
Quite some time ago, my grandmother had remarried. The guy she was with was young enough to be into the popular music of that day. He liked Metallica, Mega
, Slayer, Pantera, and other bands that kicked off the harder metal genre that spans countless genres today.
Now where do I come into this, you ask? I was six years old (I know, I'm still young...) when my step-grandpa decided he was going to take me to a concert. This guy had quite a bit of money, most of it earned from the military, the rest of it acquired through the stock market. He had purchased a few shares of a small software company called Microsoft, and his luck only got better from there. Back to the story, though. He had acquired some backstage passes, so before the show, we took a tour of what goes on behind the scenes.
After a few minutes of walking past sound technicians and lighting techs, he asks me, "Who do you want to talk to?" I look around and spot a big guy with a bright pink goatee. I point to him and say, "That guy." We walk up and he looks down at me and says, "Hey, little man!" My grandpa tells him that I want to learn to play guitar. Mr. Goatee runs over to a rack that's being wheeled to the stage and grabs two guitars from it. He comes back and hands me one saying, "Here, I'll show you a couple of songs."
At the time, I had no clue what was going on. Here I am, sitting next to some guy that I didn't know. I had no clue what his job was, but he seemed to be able to play guitar pretty well. He's playing something that's so repetitive, I had almost lost interest. He then says, "Here' this one's pretty cool," and plays something that immediately catches my attention. That song was familiar! That's the song that the crazy man sings. Something about trains and going off the rails...
He shows me how to play this instantly recognizable riff, then says, "Sorry guys, but I've gotta get ready for the show. You, little man, tell your dad here to buy you a guitar!"
"But he's not my dad! He's my grandpa!"
"No sh**?! Wow! Still, buy him a guitar. He's got the aptitude for it, you just gotta make sure he practices at it."
The show starts. I'm on my grandpa's shoulders so I can see over the rest of the crowd. All of a sudden, Mr. Goatee walks out on stage with the guitar that I was just playing. He starts by playing the repetitive riff from earlier. When the song gets to the chorus, the crowd is chanting the words as loud as they can, "RE! SPECT! WALK!"
Yes, my musical life was kicked off by a chance meeting with "Dimebag" Darrel Abbot. I've never forgotten that day, and I think that I never will. I could end up with amnesia due to a traumatic head injury, but I'll always remember meeting him. He was one of the most down to earth people I've met, and he had the biggest heart of anyone that has ever graced the stage. The day he passed, I cried for the first time in years...
I hope that's along the lines of what you were looking for. The few embellishments were in the dialogue (you expect me to remember everything that was said? C'mon, I was six!). Apart from that, this is a 100% true story.
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