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Where Your Guitar Pics Land by anna one
May 24th, 2007 9:07 PM / Location: 37.766355,-122.4481
I don't play the gui-tar.
Technically, I own a bass, and I've tried to learn, and although in a pinch I would "play" bass in my band when our normal bass player was in jail or otherwise missing... I don't play guitar- bass or any other range. I don't have the first idea what I'm doing with any kind of string-ed instrument.
That said, I have a ton of picks laying around, and I don't know why, except that in my past, a great number of guitarists have sat on my couch and lost their picks between the cushions. In my cursory search of my apartment to complete this task, I found six picks:

I found my most fabulous hat, placed it upon my unplayed gui-tar:

And proceeded to attempt to toss my pick collection into the hat from across the room. I got better as I went along. Here's where they landed:

The first was close enough for government work, but not close enough for me.

The second was right next to the first.

The third flew way off.

The fourth made it in! Huzzah!

So did the fifth!

And amazingly, the sixth landed perfectly, dead center.
End result? Standing five feet away from things is not a very good test of my pick-pitching abilities. Or maybe I have perfected a new talent. A pick-pitching talent.
Any offers to enlighten me as to the wonders of guitar-playing will be gladly accepted. Just putting that out there.
Technically, I own a bass, and I've tried to learn, and although in a pinch I would "play" bass in my band when our normal bass player was in jail or otherwise missing... I don't play guitar- bass or any other range. I don't have the first idea what I'm doing with any kind of string-ed instrument.
That said, I have a ton of picks laying around, and I don't know why, except that in my past, a great number of guitarists have sat on my couch and lost their picks between the cushions. In my cursory search of my apartment to complete this task, I found six picks:

I found my most fabulous hat, placed it upon my unplayed gui-tar:

And proceeded to attempt to toss my pick collection into the hat from across the room. I got better as I went along. Here's where they landed:

The first was close enough for government work, but not close enough for me.

The second was right next to the first.

The third flew way off.

The fourth made it in! Huzzah!

So did the fifth!

And amazingly, the sixth landed perfectly, dead center.
End result? Standing five feet away from things is not a very good test of my pick-pitching abilities. Or maybe I have perfected a new talent. A pick-pitching talent.
Any offers to enlighten me as to the wonders of guitar-playing will be gladly accepted. Just putting that out there.
the set up

Squiggy (the cat) wants to play along, must mostly is just confused. That's her normal state. Mine too!
#6

hooray, all the dark, hard to photograph ones made it in the bright red hat! Huzzah! Is it fate? Nope, I'm just that lucky.
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posted by Ziggy C. on May 24th, 2007 11:20 PM
Fender picks? Booo. Dunlop all the way. =P
posted by anna one on May 24th, 2007 11:22 PM
maybe that's why I always find them in my couch?