The theme to Beverly Hills Cop... well the main riff. I was visiting my mom and she had a dilapidated El Degas acoustic guitar that had wicked high action and three half rotten strings on it. I started messing around on it and figured out the melody line on one string. She gave me the guitar to take home with me and eventually I talk my dad into getting me some lessons... which were really expensive and pretty much useless. Like $30 for a half hour to be shown one... string... at... a... time. Eventually my uncle loaned me his tele copy and Fender Vibrato Champ (great guy... got himself killed riding his motorcycle... sad). Then I started learning real songs. Earliest ones were Stairway (so cliche but I swear I didn't torture music store employees with it), Sweet Child of Mine, One (Metallica), Dee (Randy Rhoads). Crap like that. Some of the older skids at school started inviting me over to jam (and watch them get drunk) and I learned some Ozzy tunes and other metal stuff. The most challenging though was Edgar Winters Frankenstein... but the Overkill version.
Then there were the cheesy ballads the girls used to ask me to play. Patience, More Than Words, To Be with You (Mr. Big)...
It was all pretty horrendous. Being a metal/rocker kid in the late 80's early 90's in a small town without much exposure to underground stuff led to some terrible musical decisions... however I learned to play and as I got older always got asked to join the cool guy bands. When I hit the big city I may have been a massive cheeseball but I still got gigs and eventually my horizons broadened.
Fin.