My 12-year-old son always looks forward to his guitar lessons. So do I. As I cook dinner, I get to listen to great rock music emanating from both my son's guitar and the teacher's, as they alternate teaching and playing and playing in tandem. I hear laughter and talking, and when the lesson is over, both teacher and student emerge from the basement smiling. A new guitar technique has been learned, a new song or two assigned for the week, a new joke or two shared, and a wealth of support and motivation carries my son along until the next lesson. The technical musical superiority of the teacher is well-known; his kindness, patience, and genuine interest in his students is an unexpected gift. With his guidance, I can see my son's guitar playing and love of music progress along with his self-confidence.
Ellen Jones,
