Back in the early 80s, I had a serious episode of cognitive dissonance, and thought that I was somehow destined to become a guitar god, even though I couldn't play even the simplest chord progression no matter how many hours I practiced. I bought electric and acoustic guitars, amps, and effects pedals, then stayed up until 3am every night, trying to learn how to play a 12-bar blues, but I would always screw it up. This continued for weeks until one night, a couple of drunk girls in the apartment across the alley started screaming at me, "You suck! You sound like shit! Stop playing!" then hurled their beer bottle empties at my door.
I got the message, and after…