Sometimes it works the other way ... Some while back my daughter made one of her rare visits to our folk club. She brought her then boyfriend, who plays lead guitar in a heavy metal band. (That's "LEED", not "LEDD", btw!) he was invited to sing, and asked if he could borrow a guitar, at which George Norriss, from the other side of the room, offered his [I can't remember who made it, but it's hand-made and very expensive] guitar; at the same time, the guy next to our lad offered his Ecko 12-string-restrung-as-a-six-string guitar (lead, pronounced "LEDD"). Not being very au fait with acoustic instruments, he took the nearest, and missed the chance of a lifetime.

Steve