I used to play a
little back in the day. Dad was a classical guitarist in the Mason Williams vein. He was an aficionado of Alvarez acoustic guitars and Ernie Ball strings, both wire and nylon. He used me to string and ear-tune them before he played anywhere. I wasn't even in their league at my best, but man, my left hand will still instinctively form chords and my right fingers start to pluck at my thigh on those late nights when the wife is off in dreamland, I open up my MP3 player, and I've had a beer or three in me.
How old is too old to want to pick it back up, before your wife starts to look at you like you're either nucking futs or just plain getting senile? LOL!!!!!!
Heh! My Wife begs me to play all the time. I learned everything Hetfield’s done from Kill to The Black Album. I just couldn’t get interested in it after Load, though. With the exception of Hero of the Day.