Once upon a time, many many years ago I used to play the guitar.
I actually played it lot. I was in several groups and was generally reasonably regarded amongst my peers.
I have three instruments – a six string acoustic, a twelve string acoustic and a classical [nylon stringed] guitar. They proudly hang on the wall and make a slightly different alternative to pictures or whatever.
These instruments have traveled all around Ireland and even to the UK [I once played at the Cambridge Folk Festival]. The old repertoire consisted mainly of folk, contemporary and Irish traditional stuff.
I haven’t played in years. I actually remember the last time I plucked a string. It was at the bash that was held in the RTE Social Club when I was leaving [the bash where I ended up in hospital. Hah!]. It came as a bit of a surprise to my IT colleagues who knew nothing of my musical past. That was twenty two years ago,
I just took down one of the guitars. It took me a while to tune it up. I tried a chord or two. It was horrible. My left hand finger tips are soft – in the olden days they were hard and calloused. They remembered the chords all right but my fingers didn’t seem to fit between the strings any more [and that was on the wide nylon stringed instrument]. The right hand was all over the place – stiffer joints and no memory of the various finger-styles I used to use.
They still make a nice wall decoration.