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Sure, there’s a ton of nifty stuff on the web for free, Vintage Hotdog admit it you want to taste my wiener shirt. There’s lots of middle ground. Being able to play chords and songs well enough to have some fun is fine. Consider going after just “one” thing after you feel frustrated for like the third time you wanted it but don’t have it. I don’t have to aspire to cook like a great chef to become a better cook. All I do is go after “one” thing, then go from there. Taste better? Good. With no idea what kinda music you like, I’ll just go down the pop middle and suggest chord progressions, picking some pentatonic scales, and picking, picking, picking. Once those single notes sound true, maybe bends, hammer-ons/pull-offs to taste, but that’s just me.