My Inner Mulletude...

Yes, it's true...I have become- the dreaded "Buttrocker".

BTW- I'm in a much better mood after a couple of gallons glasses of wine, (in my new HUGE wine glasses I got for Christmas, yay!) and decided to have the Hub teach me a little guitar. I have two guitars, one red electric Peavey Strat (actual pic above)lovingly painted and assembled with Gold hardware by the Hub, as a gift, and another, accoustic, Gibson Epiphone Hummingbird (not actual pic, but looks exactly like it)that he doesn't really like to play, but I think it's beautiful.

So I started thinking, "Hey, if I don't get to learnin' some gee-tar soon, he's going to take the beautiful red one with the gold hardware" I know he plays it sometimes on the sneak, and he has threatened that if I don't play it, he will take it back.

So after a day of listening to Gun's N Roses Appetite for Destruction in the car, I decided I would really love to play "Mr. Brownstone", so I asked him to give me a short lesson tonight so I could have some things to practice.

I learned some chords. Pretty much all the chords. Still can't play "Mr. Brownstone" but Rome wasn't built in a day, right?

I'm well on my way to severe Buttrock-ishness!