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“Bend your right arm and relax your right hand," El Maestro instructed. "Do not squeeze it in; you are not choking something. And do not push down; you are not drowning something. Your right fingers are talking to the strings. Would you talk to someone by choking or drowning them?"
"No, Maestro."
"No, you would not."
"What do I do with my left hand?"
“The left hand finds the beauty. She makes the notes and chords. You can show off all you want with your right hand, boy, but you are nothing without the left, understand? �
“Yes, Maestro”
― Mitch Albom, The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto

“Note to myself - It is time for me to start taking my guitar lessons. One of my neighbor's singing and guitar strumming skills are so cool that I can't stop marveling at the music wafting around here.”
― Avijeet Das

“2:30: Guitar practice. She was working on a piece of her own composition, something with lots of notes that was about the sky and birds. She sang along with half-formed words she hadn't quite figured out the meaning of yet, and apologized to the nameless medieval composer whose original piece she had stolen bits from.”
― Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine

“Prometheus, you’ll remember, stole fire from the gods and gave it to the rest of us. That’s what I want to do with guitar instruction and music theory. I want to steal it from the fog of ancient rubrics and the rarified prison of control represented by the academy. I want it liberated from the pulpit and the throne, the pit and the stick . . .”
― Asher Black, The Guitar Decoder Ring: Featuring SIGIL - the New Language of Guitar