This is, of course, also true for artists, makers, crafters, and all other manner of geek, electronic whiz, computer genius, hacker, basement and garage tinkerer and eccentric; but, I’ve found that it is the music connection that really resonates (sorry, pun) with people, and has brought in the most luscious booty. Most recent example – pictured above – my aunt-in-law Joan had accumulated a whole bag of wall warts that did not match anything she actually uses. So they were donated to me. When I saw the wealth of 9-volt adapters and the venerable Archer universal, I nearly wept with joy (if you are a musician, especially a guitarist, this makes perfect sense to you and you share in my joy as part of that universal brotherhood. Let no more be spoken).
My favorite example of this was when I was at a friend of a friend’s farm in upstate New York a few years ago, and he was giving us the grand tour… we stop in a corner of his garage and he hands me a Garden Weasel. “You’re a musician, right? This has got a real cool sound, I’m sure you can use it” No joke, that thing sounds awesome. Fly the freak flag.
