I was a pretty average kid when I was young. I had a bike and Star Wars toys and a skateboard, but I had no real passion…nothing in my life that I was drawn to…until 1978. ’78 was the year that, for some reason, the look and the sound of the electric guitar completely consumed my thoughts. Maybe it was the first Boston album, or maybe the posters of Ritchie Blackmore on my cousins’ wall. Maybe it was watching Davey Johnstone playing a black Les Paul behind Elton John on the Yellow Brick Road tour. Whatever it was, I was hooked.
I was 11 in ’78 and when I came down the steps on Christmas morning, there was a big triangular shaped box under the tree. I ripped it open and found a 3/4 sized Global acoustic guitar inside, complete with psychedelic hippy strap, chip-board case and a little stick-on contact pickup. My uncle was a guitar player and he picked it out. He even converted it to left-handed for me. The contact pickup made it so the guitar could be amplified. I had no amp so I would plug it into a little tape recorder and push play and record to amplify the sound. I’m sure it sounded horrible to everyone else, but not to me. In my mind I WAS Davey Johnstone Christmas morning 1978!