Nic Walsh
I have this orange guitar pick which was misplaced the other day. It had become the only pick I ever use and I was rather distraught at having lost it. It was just the perfect thickness and flexibility. Over time it had been worn by my fingers into a slightly striated surface which made it exceedingly comfortable to hold while strumming. Fortunately after a couple of days of frantic searching, I found my treasured plectrum, which I had somehow assumed was a standard orange Dunlop. Upon close examination I was able to decipher the words ‘Mass street music’. I had acquired it on a visit to the shop 4 and a half years earlier while visiting a friend in Lawrence.
