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It must be my name. Ever since I was a skinny high school kid, I felt certain I was destined to be a guitar legend. Sure, I know that was a long time ago, and these days, I look a lot more like the mortgage-paying father from the suburbs I am than Eric Clapton or Keith Richards. But somewhere deep inside, there's a star musician just itching to get out. It seems to be the birthright of any kid born with the last name of Rocks. (Yes, it's my real name.) OK, so I may not be a guitar legend, or a

It must be my name. Ever since I was a skinny high school kid, I felt certain I was destined to be a guitar legend. Sure, I know that was a long time ago, and these days, I look a lot more like the mortgage-paying father from the suburbs I am than Eric Clapton or Keith Richards. But somewhere deep inside, there's a star musician just itching to get out. It seems to be the birthright of any kid born with the last name of Rocks. (Yes, it's my real name.) OK, so I may not be a guitar legend, or a