«The sound of the guitar»

«I never did appreciate the piano. Listening to it was okay, but playing it wasn't. No thanks. My parents were quite forgivable about this aspect; at least our piano was in sufficient use by my four senior siblings. One evening, I heard my instrument to come. I was lying in bed listening to the radio. And there it was, the great sound of a guitar. I was eleven years old and happy. Its sound has never left me since. Playing my teacher’s guitar, I realised that my own poor instrument was indeed somewhat limited. There it was again – the original sound – promoted by my teacher's instrument. Those long sought-after acoustics were audible even under my own fingers, well, almost. I took on a student job and began to save money. My second guitar was audibly better. But I still wasn’t satisfied. And so I one day realised that what I really wanted to do was to build guitars myself.»

Gert Petersen