Dan shreds picks.

As if with a sling blade. Best viewed larger on Flickr. Gee. Whiz. We broke into a song we hadn’t played since my last year of college, in 2001. One of my favorites from when we used to play clubs like the Ottobar. I don’t think that was when the pick got shredded last night though. I think that was when we jammed on something new. Dan wrecks them on a regular basis. The red stuff used to be that pick. This is what happens when you rock hard.

Me, being a bass player, I shred my fingers.