One hand has but five fingers, yet guitars
Have six strings, and in standard tuning
The intervals aren’t constant, and the barres
Are tough at the first fret, and when you’re crooning
You poor guitar must rest upon your knee,
Which ruins voice support at times you play,
Unless the need for strap you did foresee,
Though fingertips by steel are stripped away.
But if you learn four chords, you hold the key
To rock and tens of thousands other songs
John Denver, Green Day, U2, “Let it Be-”
It makes one tolerant of seeming wrongs.
To pharaphrase an understanding teacher,
It’s not a bug- it’s just a charming feature.