Pick: thing, action
My favorite guitar picks used to be Dunlop Jazz III (round tip). I like them on nylon strings. I tend to horde them and rarely share them. I keep a green jazz-size tortex pick in a secret spot at my mom's house (guarded by a scorpion). I think My brother might know where it is now though, and I might have lost it over christmas break.
I'm generally opposed to using a pick on Bass, but it can sometimes be awesome.
In 7th or 8th grade I was photographed pushing my glasses up with a single finger while sitting on the top bleacher at a school social. Due to the unfortunate angle, it looked as if my finger were inside, rather than adjacent to, my nose. This picture made the yearbook. This was how most people knew me.
One would think that this was the origin of people calling me Nick-it Pick-it, (which they definiately did), but in fact I can recall my elementary school friend (I think it was either Scott or Bobby) singing, to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star":
Nick -it Pick-it picks his nose / every single place he goes / he picks it up, he picks it down / he picks it all around the town / nick-it pick-it picks his nose / every single place he goes.
SEE ALSO: Guitar, Humiliation,
Saturday, March 13, 2010
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