I was twelve years old when my father bought me my first guitar. It was a pawn shop special. Although, at the time, I don’t think I knew what that meant. There was great music everywhere. The Beatles Revolver album was blasting at the pool in our apartment complex. The Dave Clark Five, Paul Revere and the Raiders, Donovan, Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, the Beach Boys, Sonny and Cher, and the Yardbirds dominated AM Radio. At the center of it all was the guitar.
My mother bought me an LP (long-playing record) with guitars lessons. I’m also assuming there was an accompanying booklet with diagrams, but I don’t recall. What I do recall was hearing a guitar sound 4 times and then the narrator on the record saying “learn these 4 chords and you will be able to play all the popular music available today”. The quote might be inexact but the implications were clear. If I learned to play G-Em-C-D, in that order, I would be all set.