the day the music died

i was just about to rip a solo for a recording and my ebow will not work. pain in my ass! i didn't drop it or anything. so i took it apart and the bastards at ebow decided to drown everything in silicone so you couldn't work on it, or to absorb shock.

nevertheless, fuck them.

i'm going to drive to the store and buy another one on monday. ebow, i wish i could quit you. here is a picture of the way i feel.