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Yeah, I'm doing the caterpillar until I'm sick , then I'll move over to chord progressions for a bit.

I may be able to get my brother to help me out. He used to play, but he messed up one of his hands and didnt do the physical therapy to fix his fingers properly like a dumbass. Hell, putting a guitar back into his hands might make him work on it; I think I will give him a shot.

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If it matters, I was in a pretty bad motorcycle accident and messed up my hands and wrists. Because of the complications, I declined surgery and opted for physical therapy. We were able to work my playing into my recovery and I made a full recovery in short time. Within three months, I was mostly back to normal and this was after shattering some bones in my hand and breaking both the ulna and radius on my fret hand and the ulna on my right.

Django Reinhardt played with two useless fingers, because they were burned in a fire in his wooden wagon. He managed to do with those two fingers enough to get onto my list of guitarists better than Hendrix. Well, he'd also loop his thumb over.

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I'm glad you had the determination to work it though. I'm sure that was an awful period.

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I have to be frank.

I was terrified. As much of a cliche as this might sound, I can't picture what my life would be like without the ability to make music. I'd have made music in other ways, but I couldn't even drum.

A long time ago (like 1962), I was just five and was already taking percussion lessons. Music has been a big part of my life. I didn't really expect to become a performer in the way that I did, but I always figured I wanted to play. At first, that was a terrible experience. So, I went like five years without any public performances (USMC) and then college dictated that I'd need the money.

So, I began to perform again. I'd keep that up and I really needed the money. Eventually, I'd no longer need the money and I'd just keep doing it - as I loved performing, the music, and the life.

Then, I retired... I sold my business and that was the end of that. I'd still play (even performing) with friends. At one point, I went on tour with a sort of famous cover band that does arena rock style music, and I did that for three months. That was enough of that!

Now, I'm performing again - at 60 years of age and with people who are less than 1/3 my age. (Our youngest member is just 19 and a music student at UMA.)

That's just the tip of the iceberg and a snippet so that I can try to explain how much music has meant to me.

The idea of being unable to make music was terrifying. It was a serious mental crisis, sort of. I handled it well enough, but I had some major thoughts being processed.

It was also excellent motivation to continue my physical therapy and, eventually, we used my practice as a reward system - as well as a way to get motility back.

If you're curious, I played a lot of one-finger keyboard and a whole lot of harmonica.

One of the risks from surgery was complete loss of sensation, which would have eliminated my ability to play. The risk was permanent pain and possible deformity, if I just did the PT. It worked out well enough, but that's why I didn't take the surgery. I'd have healed quicker but the risk was too great. My hands are fine. My wrists are fine.

I will say that it hurt like fucking hell! Holy balls! It was some painful!

(It's time for the weekly guitar thread on Voat. Feel free to swing on over!)

I have to be frank. I was terrified. As much of a cliche as this might sound, I can't picture what my life would be like without the ability to make music. I'd have made music in other ways, but I couldn't even drum. A long time ago (like 1962), I was just five and was already taking percussion lessons. Music has been a big part of my life. I didn't really expect to become a performer in the way that I did, but I always figured I wanted to play. At first, that was a terrible experience. So, I went like five years without any public performances (USMC) and then college dictated that I'd need the money. So, I began to perform again. I'd keep that up and I really needed the money. Eventually, I'd no longer need the money and I'd just keep doing it - as I loved performing, the music, and the life. Then, I retired... I sold my business and that was the end of that. I'd still play (even performing) with friends. At one point, I went on tour with a sort of famous cover band that does arena rock style music, and I did that for three months. That was enough of that! Now, I'm performing again - at 60 years of age and with people who are less than 1/3 my age. (Our youngest member is just 19 and a music student at UMA.) That's just the tip of the iceberg and a snippet so that I can try to explain how much music has meant to me. The idea of being unable to make music was terrifying. It was a serious mental crisis, sort of. I handled it well enough, but I had some major thoughts being processed. It was also excellent motivation to continue my physical therapy and, eventually, we used my practice as a reward system - as well as a way to get motility back. If you're curious, I played a lot of one-finger keyboard and a whole lot of harmonica. One of the risks from surgery was complete loss of sensation, which would have eliminated my ability to play. The risk was permanent pain and possible deformity, if I just did the PT. It worked out well enough, but that's why I didn't take the surgery. I'd have healed quicker but the risk was too great. My hands are fine. My wrists are fine. I will say that it hurt like fucking hell! Holy balls! It was some painful! (It's time for the weekly guitar thread on Voat. Feel free to swing on over!)

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