Bottom Of The Band
By stern on Oct 25, 2007
My excuse for an amplifier was a "portable" cassette deck with the bass run into the line in, and an 1/8" plug to RCA plug cable going from line out into my stereo amplifier. Unintentional distortion, a little pre-amp control and a touch of Mr. Microphone all at the same time. A year later, partial differential equations and DeMorgan's theorem conspired to consume my practice hours, and I sold the bass to another unsuspecting (and unsuccessful) friend from the radio station. During my entire 4-string career, I learned the bass line to "I'm Free" by the Who and some of Lou Reed's "Rock and Roll."
Last year, when I was making up my list of projects in progress for Tim Marsland and Bob Brewin, incoming CTOs of software, I put "learn to play bass" in near the end, just to see if they'd read that far. Brewin asked me a few weeks ago if I ever learned to play, and I couldn't think of a good reason why I hadn't. I can find the time to practice; I have a place to practice and access to reasonable sound reinforcement. So after a few weeks of trolling around on eBay I managed to win one Steinberger-style, Hohner headless bass guitar, suitable for travel, practice in tight quarters, and aging heavy metal wannabes with fat fingers.
It arrived today, and I'm itching to get on the redeye so I can get down and get funky in NJ. Next stop: YYZ.