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About the time I was getting ready to move to Utah I had picked up the guitar and was teaching myself to play. I had learned a few chords living in Florida in my early 20's. I was working at a club as a DJ and had my days free. The guy I was living with had a guitar and country music television, he taught me a few chords and I taught myself the rest. Now in my 30's I had been playing for a while. When I left California I had just started to get out and perform I public. I'm pretty sure my guitar saved my life during this period. I was depressed and despondent and was grateful to have something to keep my mind busy. Between girls it seems all I did was play guitar. I taught myself to sing but seemed disappointed that there was nowhere to play live in my home county. I was a true porch picker with no one to pick with. So I took to going to the big city, either Provo or Salt Lake to play, but the drive was too damn far to play for only 15-30 minutes. Then I heard about a little town 70 miles to the south east. It seemed the local dentist also owned a restaurant and had a weekly Saturday night jam