Guitar Store chops

[Fat Steve]

I was cracking up at NAMM. I wandered over to the brass and woodwind area of the floor, and it was a nonstop ear-splitting cacophony of horn players trying to hit the highest note they could. You could hear it for quite some distance, a sound not unlike the mating call of certain African elephants in the heat of summer.

 

[Jensby design]

Why, what on earth were you wearing?

Oh yeah, at the end I played it normally, got a really serious face, and started lightly headbanging while making eye contact with as many people as I could. . .