Ah, the guitar…with its feminine shape, portability, and relatively easy learning curve, it's probably the one instrument you'll find in every home.
We Filipinos inherited our love for the guitar from the Spanish. It became a fixture in the now-dead courtship ritual of "harana" or serenade, now replaced by mixtapes and tequila shots. But, I digress…
Upright pianos can still be found in many homes as well but let's face it: for many kids who had to endure years of enforced lessons, it's a torture device disguised as a dignified musical instrument wielded by a tormentor known as your piano teacher. You may have survived the parent-imposed lessons, but only a therapist (or a lawyer) can undo the embarrassment, sarcasm, and memory of your teacher swatting at your fingers as if they were mosquitoes to kill at any cost.
'Do as I didn't'
It was different with the humble guitar. The shame and embarrassment of
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