Shortly after my discovery of rock and blues music, I found myself with an old, beat up guitar and the determination to master every one of my favorite songs that moaned out of the old turn table. I began to ignore the anxiety that came with the move to a new school or with depression that slowly crept its way into my musical sanctuary. Soon, the drive to learn new songs and techniques became my only concern. The old, beat up guitar became my most reliable companion through the loss of a good friend and a beloved grandfather. Music became my crutch, making the good times even better and the bad times