New Experience
This past summer, in New Orleans, I finally grabbed ahold of an opportunity to do something I've always wanted to do.
Our community room was always chalk-full of guitars, and a ton of the people down there played the guitar. So I decided to learn how to play. I didn't get the chance to learn this until the last couple of weeks of the summer, so I think I got in about an hour total of instruction on what I was doing. But I liked it. So I've been trying to keep it up.
Back in Iowa City, my roommate, Laura, has a guitar she's not using too regularly. So I have borrowed it for the time being. I've been taking time as often as possible to play around and practice some chords, learn some new ones. You know, attempt to get good at it.
Well, last night, I went to church early to hang out with the music people. They get together before house church every Sunday evening to practice. Jonathan told me this would be a good way to learn some more stuff about playing the guitar. What Jonathan didn't mention was that he would probably make me play at church if I showed up. So I showed up yesterday, guitar in hand, ready to learn some stuff from some guys who know what they're doing.
I ended up playing at church. It was actually surprisingly fun. I'm excited that I am a part of a small church that encourages this sort of thing. I'm not good. Don't worry. I'm not some sort of naturally amazing musician who just learned and can lead worship now. But Jonathan did a great job of helping me know what to do and how, and there were enough people playing that I didn't stick out when I didn't play well. And I had a really good time. I'm all about doing this every week now. Someday, dude, I am going to be good at this.
