When my now grown son was a teenager, he desperately wanted to play the guitar. He has coordination and hand strength issues. I found a retired studio musician, Richard, that instructed through a local community music store. He spent days scouring the larger guitar stores in the area and found a blemished parlor guitar from a respected Canadian luthier that had the size and sound that was perfect for our son (and got a professional discount for it). He got us several sets of light gauge strings (for free). He was never late to a Saturday morning lesson, although he often looked worse for wear. Initial progress was slow but then became exponential. Richard kept me posted on what musicians were visiting the area that my son should watch and what CDs should be purchased. He got a gig to perform the introduction to the musical “Beverly Hillbillies” and told the theater my son was needed as his page turner (“sure it is on the week days but he will be out of there by 9:00 pm”). After three years he proudly told me “the kid knows what I know, except how to mimic James Taylor, and I am not telling anyone that.”
That is an instructor.
Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible. —Frank Zappa
The future is already here—it’s just not very evenly distributed. —William Gibson