I realised something when I was playing lead guitar in Beefheart: the musical.
Because I'm normally a finger-picker, my left and right hands communicate with each other without me even realising- one hand tells the other hand what to do, and the other hand tells the one hand what to do.
When I change the configuration of one of the hands (like by playing with a pick), the other hand gets confused because the pick-plucking hand isn't doing what it *should* be doing.
It's like that long piece of elastic that mothers used to string through coat sleeves in winter to link two gloves or mittens, so you couldn't lose one of the pair.
That's what it's like.
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