My 12 year old son started taking guitar in school this year. A couple weeks ago he came to tell me about Rocksmith (which I already knew about). His birthday is in November, so I bought him Rocksmith today, and said we could talk about his own guitar for his birthday. He’s got my 1991 Ibanez 540R upstairs with him for now. He’s been playing Rocksmith nonstop for about 3 hours now.
“Dad?”
“Yes, Nick?”
“My fingers hurt.”
“That’s because you don’t have callouses yet.”
“How do I get them faster? Because it hurts.”
“You play more and live with the pain.”
“Huh?”
“It’s the only way. I and every other guitar player in the world went through it. It’s paying your dues, son.”
“I hope I get callouses soon, because I love this, but it hurts.”
“I hope so too, son.”
PROUD PAPA BEAMING EAR TO EAR.
“Dad?”
“Yes, Nick?”
“My fingers hurt.”
“That’s because you don’t have callouses yet.”
“How do I get them faster? Because it hurts.”
“You play more and live with the pain.”
“Huh?”
“It’s the only way. I and every other guitar player in the world went through it. It’s paying your dues, son.”
“I hope I get callouses soon, because I love this, but it hurts.”
“I hope so too, son.”
PROUD PAPA BEAMING EAR TO EAR.