This a great site. Love it to bits, and it's fun too!

My story is a bit like many I suppose. Left school, went to the army for six years and found the blues and rock, courtesy of a guy called Hendrix. After the military I somehow ended up as a professor at a metropolitan university (boy, did I fool them) and what with kids and work never really had the time (or so I told myself) to learn to play. Ended up that my wife of twenty something years got sick of me and threw me out. So I took an early retirement, moved away from the city and got a guitar teacher. He was great and I learnt a lot, but then he had to move for family reasons, which left me a bit high and dry.

Never mind, I bought myself an old ES335 (certified by the factory). That made me feel better. Collection has grown a bit since then and wife number 2 calls it my addiction.

My Dad was a violinist and a licentiate of Trinity College in London. My eldest son was conservatory trained in percussion, mainly vibraphone. Unfortunately, in my case the talent skipped a generation! It is a hard slog but the journey is what matters to me.

The major problem I have now is training my metronome. I find that when I start playing a piece it keeps losing the timing but the more I play it that piece, the better it is at getting it right. Weird. Maybe it knows that its predecessor committed suicide by hurling itself at a wall!

Nigel