Pick Guy, Inc. - Message

A message from Pick Guy founder Marty Camire.

I established Pick Guy in April of 2000, originally under the name allthingsmusic. My passion for music, collecting
music memorabilia and unexplainable love of guitar picks (I'm a drummer!) was the foundation of why I started this
company. What began in my dining room (as a hobby) eventually led me to having business partners, a 1,500
square foot shop and more "famous" clients than I ever could have imagined. While this all sounds "amazing,"
I lost myself along the way and discovered that I had become the person I never wanted to be. In terms most
people will understand, "I sold out" for money, and found myself all wrapped up in thinking I was cool because I
worked with "famous" people, etc. I was starting to lose sight of who my real friends were, and focused my energy
on too many fake, pretentious, wanna-bes that really never gave a shit about me. In March of 2011 I split with my
business partners and had decided to call it quits! As far as I was concerned, "Pick Guy was done!" After many
months of reflection and getting myself back to the "Real Marty," I decided to keep the business alive, and
relaunch Pick Guy the way it was meant to be. Pick Guy is a 1-person operation, and that will never change
again! It's no longer about money, trends, working with "famous" people or any of that crap! This is my creative
outlet and my passion. It's about having FUN and making my crazy ideas come to life, as guitar picks. I hope to
find people that "connect" with what I'm doing and what I believe in. I hope you enjoy my picks as much as I do!

THANKS ~ Marty "The Pick Guy" Camire

THANK YOU to all of the people that have supported me, unconditionally, since I started this company.
Love, respect and THANKS to the following people: my wife and 2 amazing kids, my Mom, Sean Hoover (RIP), Carson,
Steven & Angie, Joe G., Rayen, Mike S., Steve L., Scott, Geno and others that have been true, loyal friends & supporters.
I know I forgot MANY names, but you know who you are.

To the fake, pretentious, back-stabbing people I've had the dis-pleasure of meeting along the way ...
well, you're not even worth the 10 seconds it took me to type out this sentence!