I took piano lessons during the 50s. Two tunes I remember doing in my village's music festivals are Glowworm and Darktown Strutters' Ball. Picked up the guitar in the late 60s and tagged along to a coffee house with a couple of more experienced buddies. The only song I remember we did that night is Bottle of wine (fruit of the vine.) My first public solo took place at a local bar in the early 90s when the resident musician got pissed out of his mind and asked anybody who wanted to take over to step up. I offered Chuck Berry's "Johnny B Goode" to an audience of about a dozen more or less inebriated patrons, then returned to my beer.