Michael P. Wolfsohn
My earliest musical experience was Classical piano lessons (which my mother required me to take) starting when I was 7. About a year later, I discovered folk music--specifically Pete Seeger, Peter, Paul & Mary, Bob Gibson, and the Weavers.Despite having no instrument, and knowing that
it would be frowned upon by the powers-that-be, I decided to learn guitar.
Whenever I was hanging out with a friend who had a guitar, I would make
them show me chords and strumming patterns.
When I was 15, the Beatles arrived, and the world changed. At first, I hated them, but after
awhile, after the Animals, Kinks and especially the amazing Yardbirds arrived, I changed my snobby little mind, and started teaching myself electric guitar.
By the time I was 21, I was, in my own estimation, a pretty damn good guitar player.I had
been in several bands, I had performed solo, I could play some fairly difficult stuff on both
electric and acoustic. At the same time, I kinda knew somewhere in there that I could be a
lot better. So I started taking some lessons -- some classical guitar with Richard Pick, and
some jazz guitar with the late Joe Rumoro, Sr.-- and I found out how little I really knew very,
I studied hard, and got a lot better, and started seeing where my piano knowledge fit into this whole picture. The problem was, though, that I didn't really want to be a classical guitarist or a jazz player. But I knew I wasn't going to get anything out of the other lessons that were then available -- mostly classes aimed at getting people playing 'songs" as quickly as possible, however badly they might be playing them. I started taking classes at Chicago Musical College and at Northeastern University to improve my understanding of Music Theory and Composition.