I'm Johnny and I love music. Welcome to my blog. Here, I'll be posting primarily about heavy metal and its subcultures.
My musical journey began when my dad got me a cheap Squier guitar one day from Portman's in Savannah. He had been wanting me to start playing guitar for a while now and decided to get me my first guitar. Although I thought it was the coolest thing on the Earth, the guitar was total garbage. The thing wouldn't stay in tune, the strings buzzed, the whammy bar didn't even function. But I was a kid. I didn't care because this was the coolest toy ever. Unfortunately, that's all it was: a toy. A week later, it was already in my closet accumulating dust.
A few years went by and I decided that I wanted to make a serious attempt at playing guitar. I went to my dad, who's been playing since he was sixteen years old, and told him I wanted to learn a song. He picked out Green Day's "Macy's Day Parade", and spent the next week teaching me how to play it. After I could play that song pretty well, I was put into guitar lessons. I took lessons for three years and then my guitar teacher moved. Sadly, the local music store had been closed for a while now and I had no one to teach me but myself. So that's what I did.
Thankfully, I didn't stick to Green Day. I wanted to learn heavy metal.
As my guitar playing got more and more serious, so did simply listening to music. I began analyzing it, picking the song apart piece by piece. I'm by no means a critic, it's just a habit. This habit is especially useful when listening to metal music. Often time, the music is pretty complex, and its fun to try and figure out what's going on in a song.
My quests on guitar have led me to many different corners in the world of metal. I've been to many concerts and festivals, I played in a few shows in high school, and I've written and recorded some of my own music. I can safely say that my life would be significantly different without metal. Can you?
My musical journey began when my dad got me a cheap Squier guitar one day from Portman's in Savannah. He had been wanting me to start playing guitar for a while now and decided to get me my first guitar. Although I thought it was the coolest thing on the Earth, the guitar was total garbage. The thing wouldn't stay in tune, the strings buzzed, the whammy bar didn't even function. But I was a kid. I didn't care because this was the coolest toy ever. Unfortunately, that's all it was: a toy. A week later, it was already in my closet accumulating dust.
A few years went by and I decided that I wanted to make a serious attempt at playing guitar. I went to my dad, who's been playing since he was sixteen years old, and told him I wanted to learn a song. He picked out Green Day's "Macy's Day Parade", and spent the next week teaching me how to play it. After I could play that song pretty well, I was put into guitar lessons. I took lessons for three years and then my guitar teacher moved. Sadly, the local music store had been closed for a while now and I had no one to teach me but myself. So that's what I did.
Thankfully, I didn't stick to Green Day. I wanted to learn heavy metal.
As my guitar playing got more and more serious, so did simply listening to music. I began analyzing it, picking the song apart piece by piece. I'm by no means a critic, it's just a habit. This habit is especially useful when listening to metal music. Often time, the music is pretty complex, and its fun to try and figure out what's going on in a song.
My quests on guitar have led me to many different corners in the world of metal. I've been to many concerts and festivals, I played in a few shows in high school, and I've written and recorded some of my own music. I can safely say that my life would be significantly different without metal. Can you?