pick up
i keep finding picks on the ground. i’ve found a couple over the last few weeks. one is similar to a Fender tortoiseshell pick i already had (second from the left) and, come to think of it, i don’t know how i got that one either. i can’t remember buying any guitar picks other than the purple Dunlop one purchased with my very first electric guitar 22 years ago — it’s a thick one, unbreakable almost — and a thumb pick that i just can’t get the hang of… a friend gave me a yellow New Orlean’s Jazz Fest pick in middle school. wish i’d kept a better eye on it, don’t know where it got off to.
i don’t even use picks when i play but i can’t help but pick them up when i see them on the ground. i don’t yet have the confidence to play with that much articulated amplification, i’m still very much in the learning and noodling phase. besides, i like the soft tone of strumming with my fingers.
i found another pick today on my way to see a friend for lunch. it’s the last one on the right — nameless, but with the same tortoiseshell pattern as the Fenders. again, couldn’t just walk away from it. it’s a little thinner and lighter than the others, so maybe it will be the Goldilocks “perfect pick” when i finally reach for one. not there yet, but this growing collection leads me to believe i’ll be ready when i do.