I am generally of the opinion that it ain't what you do, it's the way how you do it. Of course, it also is best to have the right tool for the job. Now, inasmuch as you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear, and you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink, you have to make hay while the sun shines.
A few months ago my gig bag got a little wet, so I took the time to give it a good cleaning and wipe down, including clearing out the doodad pocket. I noticed I had one of those fake doubloons from a Mardi Gras or Fantasy Fest parade in there. I kept in in there, just in case or for good luck. Then last Saturday I showed up at the radio show loaded for bear and Clementine - two mike stands and mikes, my Baggs venue DI, all sorts of cords and gizmos and knick-knacks and bells and whistles tossed in my gig bag (this is all on my bike, BTW) - but somehow had not brought a single pick!
I knew Clementine wouldn't have one when she arrived, as she plays ukulele with her fingers. But I remembered that doubloon, which I decided would be my double secret probation pick and get me through this trying time. This is about as thick as my Dunlop 3mm "The Club," and being about two inches across, has an even shallower curvature than my Dawg pick - but it was there, which those weren't (and I wouldn't have used even if they were, since I also have a regular guitar pick
). I'm not recommending this by any means - it is not made from acoustically-oriented material - and indeed, it sounded so awful I used my fingernails for chords most of the time - but for picking leads, it worked all right. It was way better than nothing.
With a nod to Dave's True Story's "Flexible Man," ("the measure of a man / Is in the way that he can adapt"), I was able to adapt, and that is really the point of this rambling
racontage - use what you've got with what you know how, and you ought to do all right.
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