'spaw,

Thanks for the warning. Shields are raised. Bring on the flak! Let me just say a few things first, though.

First, I too believe that musical instruments have soul, and are magical. And I don't think that is wacky at all. In my life I have restored one instrument (my granddads tenor banjo), destroyed one (the guitar), and had a beautiful flute eaten by a dog. Interestingly, I mourned the last one, and celebrated the first two.

I will admit to a twinge of guilt when someone posted that the instrument could have been restored and donated to someone who could not afford to buy one. My act of destruction was one of self-healing. I like to think that that guitar gave up it's life to help heal mine. What it could not do for me in life, it did in death. It was a communion of sorts. I don't think it was an act of obscenity. Extravagant, maybe. Was I sad about it? Yes. But it was a symbolic act, signifying to myself and the Universe that it can be unhealthy to hold onto somethings too long. And holding onto things is something I do a lot. Old books, journals, movie stubs, emotional wounds....I have them in great store. I get rid of them when they no longer serve a positive purpose in my life.

So there. ;)

BeauD