Author: NotahEuthymia

I remember the first time I held a guitar; it was a full-sized dreadnought that felt like holding…

I remember the first time I walked into a music shop, overwhelmed by a wall of glossy wood…

I remember the first time I held a guitar. It felt like holding a promise—a promise of music,…

I remember the first time I decided to pick up a guitar. I spent weeks scrolling through endless…

I remember the first time I picked up a guitar; I was overwhelmed by the sheer variety of…

There is a specific kind of frustration that parents and adult beginners know all too well: the “toy…

There is a specific kind of magic that happens when you first decide to pick up a guitar….

I remember the first time I held a guitar; it was a bulky, steel-stringed beast that felt more…