gourd nr something about these silly things makes me smile every fall. there's not really anything else like them. plus, if you think there are no wordplay opportunities with them... you're out of your gourd. 211020 ... raze this word always makes me think of gord's gourd. the weirdest little non-guitar i ever saw, with four strings the thickness of dental floss that were usually tuned to a fifth. he only ever brought it over to the house twice. the first time, i didn't have a mic stand for him, and the instrument didn't have a pickup, so he had to hold a microphone between his knees. i remember leaning over to sing into that mic (twice) and thinking, "i'm singing into my friend's crotch right now. he must think i'm insane." the second time, we improvised a bizarre spoken word piece in which i addressed a mannequin who didn't have any eyebrows. we were strange teenagers. but we had fun. 211020 what's it to you? who go blather from