I picked up the guitar from time to time at friends' houses, and I was always intrigued by it. It wasn't until I was 13 my dad rented one of my brothers and I an acoustic guitar from the music store. We were gonna take guitar lessons. Caption reads: January, 1991 - John has lessons every Monday with guitar teacher Al Ferrante at Fairfield's Professional Music Center. I remember I'd get home from school, play for the whole rest of the night, and just never really catch up with sleep. My mom set up a rule - 9:30pm - so I would play all the way to 9:30pm, then I'd have to stop.