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I did this one. Whew, what a turd, but I’ve done much worse. The Lazy Cowgirls were GREAT that night. This may or may not have been the night that Joey, the drummer for our band, Pitchfork, vacated his stool during the last song, “Drop Dead”, so that he could jump into the crowd while his drummer buddy (Chris again) took over and raved up. John had already bailed and had left his guitar propped up against his amp feeding back for dramatic effect. Joey got caught up in the cables and pulled the head off the cab, snapping the headstock off of the guitar in the process. Thing is, it was my guitar, and it was a 50 something Les Paul Gold Top that I had gotten for dirt cheap because the previous owner had painted the gold blue, making it worth considerably less. Now, it would be worth several thousand dollars as opposed to the $300 I had paid for it. John, thinking it was totaled, took it home, pounded nails into it and hung it on his wall. It became his art. Turns out gluing the headstock would have been an easy fix. I gotta be honest, at the time I shit. But, in hindsight, fuck it. I have come to hate the Les Paul. They ruin your posture. They belong in a humidor.
