This past weekend, I turned 29 years old. As I’ve been thoroughly (and unnecessarily) made aware, this is the last year the general public will consider me a young person.
As excited as I am to wear sweatpants all the time and generally just let myself go and become a curmudgeonly old man next year, there’s a part of me that still desperately clings to my waning youth. There’s still a lot of irresponsible things I haven’t done! I’ve haven’t stolen a car or hitchhiked across the Mexican border or anything else you can only get away with when you’re young.
I figured I’d start at the top of the list: Become a rock star. So, in the spirit of this last-ditch, Hail Mary effort at rock legend status, I figured the best place to start was to learn to play some guitar and the best time was now. [Read more…]