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Yeah, I had calluses from the guitar, that’s for sure! I really love silver-plated metal strings. I don’t like nylon. How can they produce a beautiful, clear sound? I remember when I played constantly, the calluses were terrible. When I had to give blood, they couldn’t even pierce my finger! I had to get my right hand pricked. And no one taught me how to play; I was self-taught. My dad showed me three basic chords, and then I borrowed a notebook with songs and chords from a friend, and there were a lot of them! So I started playing little by little. The most interesting thing is that in our group, where there were only boys and me, no one else could play except me. We would go to bonfires, and I would play, and we would all sing together. Or we would just gather every evening with a guitar. Ah, those were good times...
"Как это странно всегда.. Вроде бы взрослые люди, А в голове ерунда.. Мечтаем как дети о чуде.."