When I was fourteen, my guitar teacher asked me, “Why is the guitar a folk instrument and not a piano?” I’d never thought of that before, and the question blew my mind. Surely a piano could be a folk instrument. Couldn’t it? I was fourteen, anything could be anything. I was interested in the music of “the people” — Gypsies and carnies and wandering minstrels, travelers and scamps, blues devils and hillbillies, cowboys and revolutionaries, people on the run, people on the mosey, people for whom music is an expression of everyday experience to be performed on the side of the road, rather than an expression of a higher sensation to be performed in a concert hall. People who played guitars. So what was it that made the guitar a folk instrument and not a piano? If guitars could be played in concert halls, why not a piano on the… More…