When I first started playing guitar, there were songs that I loved so much that I was not content to merely listen to the music: I wanted to be so close to the music that it would come from me. This motivated me to learn the basics, to break down the songs I loved even if they were advanced, and to practice diligently. Every time I learned a song that I loved, I'd experience an expansion of my musical abilities, my aesthetic sense, and even myself as a person. I've been doing

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