Goodbye Guitar Pick ~My Broken Plectrum~

In memory of my favourite guitar pick.

I went jamming yesterday with the band, and it was one memorable day.
First of all, it was from 1800 to 2100, which was not the usual time we normally go. Also we got this new room we never played in before. Anyway...we started tuning our stuff and all that.
Then my guitar strap let loose and ...my guitar fell on the ground...
First time my guitar actually falls on the ground, in the past when something like this happens I always managed to grab/save it from falling. But this time it was inevitable.
Lucky it felt on his 'stomach' (front side of the guitar). So nothing was really smashed.
But it did mess up the 'G' snare, I spent like half an hour trying to tune that snare again. It was like totally messed up or something.

Okay so that was already something bad, but after like 45 minutes we finally started...and it was 'bad'! I don't know what it was, but I totally felt it wasn't going anywhere. Ofcourse I can only talk about myself so, but I wasn't into it really. Spend the whole session trying to get the right sound to match the actuall guitar riff, cause I wasn't feeling it. It sounded so off. And plus, ofcourse my playing was bad. Is bad. Will always be bad?
You know I can blame it to the new room, the amplifers, or anything else. But the really problem is me I guess. Don't really wanna go into 'depressive mode' but I can't sing, I can't play the guitar, I can't play sports, I can't do anything. Yeah basically useless for that matter...hahaha.
But yeah you know what they say, don't give up and try. "I can accept failure, but I can't accept not trying" ~ Michael Jordan. I was watching MJ's vids on youtube the other day haha =P

Anyway, I don't think I got anything to lose now. When one got nothing to lose, he can go all out.

My guitar pick also broke! I was playing real hard and all of a sudden it broke. I was like...."what?" On one hand it is a bad thing, cause it was my favourite plectrum. On the other hand it means you've played a lot? (But then again the plectrum was second hand I guess, when I bought it, is was already a bit 'used'.) But still, had a lot of memories with this plectrum. It is a special one really. It was the only Gibson pick on the whole stash with all those other brands. Don't know, maybe it was destined to be.

So I'm gonna frame this guitar pick and hang it on my wall. To remind me to keeps on playing. To never give up. and more of this sentimental talks.

Goodbye to my favourite guitar pick. I will never forgive. You will always be here. I will remember you. I will work harder. I will live out my passion.

Thanks for all these years.

Goodbye.