I am proud to say I destroyed my first pick today. I’ve used it for a while, just occasionally strumming - but when I do, I usually try to dig in as hard as possible to make as much noise, sorry, music, as possible.
I was trying to go fast enough to play Snow (Hey Oh) by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Now I need to lie down, my right shoulder/arm/hand/tentacle is tired.
When I played guitar, I tended to use really thick picks for speed and note articulation. The best were Dragon Heart picks. If you could wear one of them down, it would be a miracle.
When I do use a pick I’ve been using a Dunlop John Petrucci signature pick for both bass and guitar. Not the best strumming pick. I go thinner on my acoustic if I have a lot of rhythm and strumming work. Elsewise it’s the JP and me.
Yeah, the Ultex and Tortex are great but the Ultex are way more durable. That’s why I use only Ultex : I can destroy a Tortex in a few hours, but a Ultex lasts for years. I don’t know what plastic they are using on those, but that’s a really incredibly durable one.
I am using Fender picks in the heavy gauge - actually not that tough, has a little flex. Obviously the first pick I really used, so I appreciate your recommendations.
I’d used Dunlops before with tortex and they are great but @terb turned me on to the Ultex and he’s totally right, thy are made out of a miracle material. Very durable, with a smooth texture so the strings easily flow off of them, and strong enough to allow a lot of control while picking.
My favourite pick is the Rombo Crisp: https://rombopicks.com/products/rombo-guitar-pick-set-crisp-4-picks
It is 1mm, but the flex is very similar to the .88 Tortex. I still use the very first one I got, and it still looks as if it was new.
The very first Tortex I used only got through a few songs until the tip was basically gone.
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