In 1958, Andy Summers took a bus across his seaside hometown of Bournemouth, England, grasping a guitar without a case. He was heading off to play with a dance band in a local hotel, and several people on the bus asked him how he was getting along with his banjo.
Only two years earlier, his uncle Jim had given him a broken guitar with a missing string, and ignited a spark. Piano lessons were forgotten. A man named Cloudy donated the missing string. Jazz influences turned round on his vinyl record player and in his mind. And Andy Summers tasted the power of sound from which there was no turning back.