Strum on the Low Strings

Saw a fat wooden acoustic guitar sitting low on its tripod stand in the corner. Heavy metal instincts kicked in. I flopped corner over edge across the floorboards until I parked right under the curve of its belly. A discarded plastic guitar pick was resting flat against the rubber foot of the stand. I wedged my square plush corner under the pick and flipped it hard. Twang! It bounced upward, clipping the thickest wound low-E string with a buzzing, low-frequency hum that vibrated straight through my plush skull. Heavy vibes unlocked.#base #insterments