I got a rock and Roll heart

So the Marine gave me a couple of guitar books, one was about scales and riffs. Most still doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me, but I can muddle through a few tabs, have even tried my hand at what the book calls a "12 note blues riff". It's not great, and BB King would probably club me to death with my own guitar if he heard me, but it is a least recognizable as music.

There is so much I don't know about playing guitar, but Man! am I looking forward to learning.
Now, I'm gonna go try and figure out some more tabs....

An early Christmas Present

Blogtoberfest in Helen really struck a chord with me this year, so to speak. I have always loved the sound of a guitar and finally decided in late October that I want to learn how to play. I really enjoyed hearing everyone play together, and I want to do that. So we started looking, and asking questions. We were told to get an el cheapo to see if I would like it, and was serious enough to spend the time to learn how to play. I was a little daunted by the price, but decided that instead of Christmas, I might get it for my birthday in January.



Then the universe shifted and realigned.



My very wonderful friend, with the worthless, scum sucking, dooshbag, asshat, candyass, ball licker, drunk, chickenshit, piece of horsesnot Ex-f**king husband DAVE STANFORTH (who we would all like to find so to throw his sorry ass in jail until he could come up with 2 gottdam years of child support that he walked out on, may he be plagued with hemorrhoids the size of a flank steak for the rest of his miserable life) gave me my Christmas present a little early.



Behold:

an Epiphone PR-5E, with hookups, no less. And why yes, that is a broken string. Because I don't know how to play, or tune, a guitar. YET.

I will take any and all advice you might have to give...

Life is DEFINITELY good today.