last night i threw a party at a friend's apartment and we set up a PA and drumset in the living room and invited some bands over to play. the party was a huge success, really crowded with tonnes of people dancing and miraculously there was no noise complaint. my new 50's pop band played our first set and i used my beautiful white hollow-body epiphone. around midnight i stepped out with my girlfriend and some friends for a quick round of shots at the nearest bar. when i got back someone had taken the guitar out of its case and broken it into three clean pieces: head, neck and body. in my drunken fury i sent a death threat to everyone who had been invited through facebook then took the guitar into the street and smashed it on the curb for a good five minutes then took a cab home. i'll miss the guitar and it'll be a while before i'll be able to afford another, but i admit there was a strange fucked up joy to just touching it and seeing it all torn to bits.
― samosa gibreel, Saturday, 7 November 2009 21:54 (fifteen years ago) link