My "musical phase" was short-lived...the combination of near-total tone deafness...a small gap in between my front teeth (which caused my trumpet to create a tone strangely at odds with the rest of the band)...and a brief flirtation with a spanish guitar...an instrument (some would add that, in my hands, the words "of torture" could be inserted here) that I never regretted parting from until I saw these guitar plectrums by artist David Shrigley. I just need to keep reminding myself that amusing guitar picks doth not a musician make...