Three chords and the truth

I have callouses. Only on my left hand, though. I guess that's what happens when you're a guitar player....or if you're like me, if you pretend to be a guitar player. I just got done with a guitar class I took through the continuing education department at UVU. It was eight weeks of me trying to squeeze in a few minutes of practice each day (and usually failing by sheer laziness or forgetfulness...) so I could learn to pick out a few scales and tunes.

On the last day of class, the teacher asked us to come perform in front of everyone else, something that we were very comfortable playing. All of the other students picked their way through folk songs...I rocked it with the G scale. Wow...I'm awesome. Hopefully I can be a little more self-starting and figure some more things out on my own.

I did learn a few cool things I probably wouldn't have been able to do myself. Tablature? It didn't make a lick of sense to me...but now, I can fiddle my way around the frets and get something that sounds vaguely like music to come out. I mean, it's no Jimi Hendrix or Eric Clapton...but I've got a good base I can work with. Just don't ask anyone who's had to sit through my meanderings...

Bob Dylan said, "All you need are three chords and the truth." I've got the three chords. Now if I could wrangle up some truth...