I began playing music in high school and college as a rock ballad band member. My guitar and I were inseparable then, sharing memories with each pluck and chord. Music was my life when we performed on stages and inspired the crowd.
As undergraduate life ended, I switched from the band's continual bustle to business life's regulated cadence. I like the difficulties and benefits of becoming an officer in a reputable company. However, my electric guitar melody never left me. After work, it's my favorite part-time activity, when I reconnect with my first love—the electric guitar.
One might wonder how they move from the spotlight's brilliance to the gentle glow of a desk lamp and then to the guitar time each night. I seek a blend of discipline and creativity between my scheduled days and my nighttime music.
The answer takes me back to a defining moment in my youth, one that would chart the course of my musical journey from then on. Growing up, there was one song that seemed to encapsulate all the energy, passion, and rebellion of my formative years. That song was "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin.
I remember the first time I heard it—the intricate guitar work, the gradual build-up, and the explosive climax. The song was a constant companion, playing in the background through my headphones during solitary walks.
I learned that the song's sound was Jimmy Page’s masterful electric guitar playing. I was already dabbling in guitar, this ignited the idea of transitioning to electric guitar within me.
I spent countless hours trying to emulate Page's iconic solo, feeling each note resonate through the guitar and into my soul. This wasn't just about playing a song; it was about connecting with a piece of music that had, in many ways, defined me.