bang bang rock’n’roll

I spoke before about my dead Ibanez. It sat, headless and broken, in the corner of the room waiting for the return of the king or something, gathering dust (but not cobwebs, spiders would not dare). I finally laid it to rest, by beating the townshend out of it, and here you can see how it was done:

I’ve never destroyed a guitar like that before. It felt pretty good. I taught that chair a lesson too. That was the last day of moving out of our old apartment. Incidentally the soundtrack was made with this guitar’s shiny electric replacement.

Next week: pete destroys a moleskine.