When I recorded guitars for rock bands, I hated those little effects boxes guitar players love. I preferred instead to plug the guitar straight into the amplifier, turning it up a little too loud, or a lot too loud. The amp would sound like it’s on the verge of flying apart, giving it a reckless abandon sound, as if the guitar player had a bunch of tattoos and a pack of Camels rolled up in his t-shirt. The same thing is true with a car door slam; it can be polite, carefree and casual, or angry and aggressive. Even the sound of a woman brushing her hair can have these qualities.