OK, I'll start the introductions.
I'm 37 and live with my wife and 10-year-old son in So-Cal.
I grew up listening to obscure classic rock
bands like Ten Years After, which were hand-me-downs from my sister and built an ear and a taste for intricate guitar playing that way. Listening to Jimi Hendrix
on the Woodstocl album was a big revelation, as well as some early Pink Floyd stuff that my older brother listened to.
I discovered pretty much at the same time Ted Nugent, AC/DC, Van Halen Deep Purple and Iron Maiden, when I got old enough to buy LPs with my meager allowance money.
I started playing drums in my room using chopsticks, a couple of empty, cardboard lundry detergent bins, a small metal trash can placed upside down as a snare, and a broomstick with a metal lamp shade attached to it as a cymbal. I would play along to records when my folks were out to church or running errands.
I was dreaming of playing the guitar but was told they were too expensive and I'd probably give up after a week, so I didn't buy my first guitar until I was 18 or so.
I work in publishing for a living, but I live for music. It's a devouring passion of mine. Other passions are: working on my old car and motorcycle, gardening and cooking. I guess I like keeping my hands busy.
I could go on for pages, but now it's your turn.