I didn't have a top notch education growing up, no... but what does that have to do with "talent"?
how do you define "talent" anyway?
something that you can do that I can't?
how many guitarists do YOU know that can play the romantic warrior on an old harmony acoustic
with 5 strings (I am hell on wheels on the low E string) and a pick guard that looks like a chewed-up starfish?
normally I play beach boys songs, but occasionally I throw in the unexpected piece.
just last night a gal requested greensleeves. nutty thing IS... i already had that one on my mental set list.
![Eek :eek:](./images/smilies/icon_bigeyes.gif)
and just out of curiosity...
what are you thinking when you are firing away at your practice ranges?
are you grunting? smiling?
do you actually feel like you are making the world a better place?
do you think that if a manson-like freak like me showed up at your home,
he would do so in the form of a paper target?
come on man, don't get crazy on me at this stage of the game.
also, me coming to "your" beach is the last thing you need.
I can just see you explaining to your beach buds how you got you teeth knocked out with your own guitar.
"dude... if I woulda had my gun on me!!!"
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lastly, "You get more pussy with education, a career and common decent morals"
that's not true at all.
I've got a great smile and shiny shoes.