My own Music Journey Part1

Music has been my life since I can remember, I remember my sisters being interested in Rock & Roll, listening to Elvis, Eddie Cochran, Ritchie Valens, Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry, etc, and that was in the eighties!!
The 20th of November of 1975, the Spanish dictator Francisco Franco died. This was a changing event in the Spanish music history, because until then, Franco's regime didn't really promote Rock & Roll at all, and music in Spain was mostly folk or classical music, but with Franco out of the picture, Spain became a democratic nation and within a few years Rock & Roll, Punk, Metal, and any other kind of modern music made it into Spain. By then, the fashions that came with this music styles suddenly became something of a conflict between the youth, and it wasn’t long before the mix of music tribes became to dislike each other for whatever reason that could be.
My personal music journey became by listening to what any other kid there in Spain at the time would listen, young groups like "Parchis", o "Enrique y Ana" became very popular with the children from around my neck of the woods, music that was very catchy and innocent, and made purposely for the younger generations. Then, I’m not sure when, but couldn’t be too long when I started to listen to what my sisters were listening. I couldn’t understand a word of what them men and women where singing about because it was mostly in English, and when I was little I didn’t speak a word of it, but the sounds of them crazy guitars and the rhythms did really open my interest for more complicated music; without knowing, I became part of a minority in the Spanish tribes world, the rockabilly, well, not really, because I didn’t dress like them, and many other reasons, but the music was the main thing to me.
When I turn 14 years old I started to study in La Escuela Industrial, a skills college where one would carry his studies at the same time you would learn a job, I choose carpentry, and with carpentry came a bunch of new friends, people with other music tastes that may end up conflicting with my own taste of music, but this never happened, instead I actually did what I’ve been doing ever since, I grabbed what I liked and enjoyed then learnt about it, who was who in what band, where they were from, what albums they had, how can I get that, etc.
I started to listen to heavy metal, at the same time I was still listening to Rock & Roll, of course, the problem is that by listening to Heavy Metal I felt like if I was betraying my sisters and I tried to keep it a bit quiet, I always thought that what everybody else thought about what you are listening was very important.
Times changed very fast, my eyes and ears where scanning for more and more interesting music and I wasn't scared of the style. Then after failing the carpentry course because of my lack of interest in maths, science and literature and with the summer over, I had another go in a different college and on a different career, this time I tried car mechanic, but the distraction was way too good to ignore, specially after realising that there was way more pretty girls in this college than on the previous one, and they where all willing to be very friendly, I definitely felt much better there.
The one thing that changed everything was something that lasted half an hour once a week, and it was free; guitar lessons for complete beginners. I didn't know then, but this thing that was playing the guitar would become my longest and more frustrating love affair ever, ever, ever.
At the same time I was getting mixed with a bunch of great people that became my friends, and told me a lot about music. Their music preference was so varied and different that I was totally engrossed when the subject of music would pop out in a conversation, and was my concentration for maths, science and literature ever been so little, so there went my year again, lost another course in the name of joy.
After that I spent a year doing nothing much, had a course on plaster boarding, that I never took any advantage of, and I nearly ruined my parents because I didn't want to work or study, but I wanted to have fun, well, in my defence I have to say that I was a normal teen.
The following year I decided to have a final go at studying, and I was in luck, because a brand new college was open 300 yards from my home, and this time I meant business. Electrician would be then.
There I was again, this time I was wiling to learn, and I had some tricks up my sleeve ready to impress the ladies, basically my guitar strumming.