I had an old fender F-15 Acoustic in need of a repair back in 1993 or so. There were two Portuguese brothers that ran the place. They fixed my guitar and the older guy played some amazing riffs on it plus a bit of flamenco. He then handed it back to me and said,"Here, you see." I am an amatuer player at best, so I made an excuse about my car being double parked, paid a very fair price for the work and left. I got to my car, which wasn't double parked, and began to strum Dylan's "You Ain't Going Nowhere" which is like 4 major chords. I was sitting in the car strumming, with the neck out the window when the old guy came out laughing. I was embarassed at my lack of expertise, until he smiled and said, "All music is beautiful. You play very nice." And then he went back inside. I haven't gotten that much better at really playing guitar over the years, although I do enjoy it immensely, and whenever I feel discouraged I think back to that day and "All music is beautiful." And I keep playing. Thanks to Ted's.