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The guitar, as for many Nicaraguënses, has been my faithful companion since age 5-6 when my father gave me my first nylon string guitar. In Nicaragua, the nylon/classical guitar is king, shades of the influence of the Spanish Inquisition.
I grew up with nylon/classical guitar in my home, at church, TV, concerts, everywhere. Still to this day, the classical/nylon guitar is home. I now have the joy of owning over 10 high end guitars, electric, acoustic and everything in between (although I could always use 5 or 6 more). But still, the one I use the most at home, to practice, to record is a nylon guitar.
When I was a young boy, 8-9 years old, my friend Eduardo Araica, now an accomplished classical guitarist, and his brother Alberto were a huge inspiration to my music at an early age. Thank you dear “gemelos”.
Here is some of his music.
The last two songs I recently wrote, I wrote on a $25 nylon guitar, junior size. Probably my most loved nylon guitar is one I bought for my father a few years before he died and after his death I kept. It’s in my office and I use it all the time.
The most painful nylon guitar story? Oh yes, one of our children (who will remain nameless) dropped and broke my hand-made from Long Beach, CA nylon guitar. That happened just a few months ago. I still ache each time I see the crack up and down the neck and back. Ouch.
But guitars are relationships, they are love, life and history. For me, the classical guitar is all those things. It’s in my blood.
Have a great day.
Into the future,