Wade was against this. I had a guitar a friend had given me that he didn’t want. I didn’t really want it either. I just wanted a piece of it to transplant to one of my guitars.
Here’s all the set up you need:
It’s late at night and Jason, Wade and I are walking to Liberty Park to smash a guitar and record the sound that makes. The event isn’t gleeful, it’s kind of morose. We’re destroying a guitar.
Music without permission by the Concretes.
