"How I Started Learning Guitar"

In 1964 or '65 I started taking lessons at a San Jose California music store, $3 for a 30 minute session they had promised. (I had the worst guitar ever made, the action was about one inch high.) The first session lasted about 3 minutes.
The instructor showed me a picture of three chords, handed me a mimeograph of a song and sent me on my way. My dad was thoroughly pissed and stormed into the store and demanded his 3 bucks back, totally out of character for him, but when you messed with my dad's money you messed where he lived.

Since every kid I knew was learning guitar at the time, finding another teacher proved difficult. Finally my mom located a college guy who agreed to come around every Thursday to show me a chord or two. (I did not have a lot of lessons since we moved to Colorado in '66)


Guitar teacher in Vietnam, 1968


I recall my instructor had a bumper sticker on his car that read, "Jefferson Airplane". I asked him about it and he said it was a new band down at "the college". I did not know at the time but he was taking his lessons from none other than Jorma Kaukonen, Jefferson Airplane's lead guitarist.


Jorma Kaukonen, back in those days


I have 13 song a recording made of Jorma back then. Jorma told me it was probably 1962. It is Jorma (they called him "Jerry" then) playing live.
It is not a bootleg Jorma Kaukonen CD. Jorma knows I have it and even has one I gave him. I am uploading those song files to Jorma 1962, opens in a new window at box.net. I don't know much about this site so if you have problems let me know
If you have any issues with access or sound let me know.
Jorma went on to play many dates with Rick Danko after they met in 1984. Here is a comment from Jorma (Thanks to Carol Caffin!):
"Interacting with Rick was a never-ending series of humorous surprises. We were in a cab in Canada en route to perform at one of Wavy Gravy's SEVA benefits. Rick had been quiet for a moment... a rare thing. All of a sudden, he turned to me and said, "How does a Canadian spell Canada?" "I don't know," I replied. I knew something good was coming. Rick cocked his head to one side, got that funny smile on his face and said, " C eh, N eh, D eh." Before I could stop laughing, he finished up with, "Give a Canadian an inch and he'll measure it." The cab driver joined in the laughter. Rick could make anyone love him. It doesn't get any better than that."