Violent, spontaneous polaroid by Daniel Arnold.

A pal of mine lost something dear to him that is also his main means of creative expression, or at least the key to his favorite outlet.  While theoretically replaceable it is a real blow.  Well I say pal, I say… when the Velvet Undeground got all their amps and fuzzboxes stolen in 1968 after mastering their uniquely maddening sound on their first two revolutionary records they used what they had left at their disposal and created what many consider to be some of their finest work (their spare, folksy 3rd record simply titled The Velvet Underground).

Of course they would eventually replace all their loses and make loud crazy music again, but they made some bad ass jams with that rickety old shit in the meantime.