1 - I wake up, and I'm in a world where there are nothing but Warwicks to play. (yeah, I know, let the flaming begin!
)
2 - I find myself at a gig with label execs, and all of my basses are strung with flatwounds. We're playing rock and roll, too.
3 - I'm in an alternative universe, where only Wish basses are available.
4 - A record exec offers me a contract, paying me 10 million bucks a year. He shoves the contract across the table, but says "you know, you'll have to play country."
5 - The same scenario as above, but he says "you have to play I-IV-V for all eternity, and listen to guitar players jerk each other off all night." In my case, this is known as bass player hell.
6 - I wake up, and Alembic never existed.
7 - I arrive at a gig only to have a Behringer as the amp of choice. (more flaming to begin shortly!
)
8 - I'm hired by Rush, after Geddy's departure, to replace him. I show up with an Alembic, and they say, "say, can't you play that old P-Bass in the corner instead?"
9 - My custom Series II Alembic John Entwistle replica arrives, except it's in the shape of a Warwick Buzzard, with a Warwick neck. (Flaming, part III)
10 - I arrive in Heaven, am hired to be the bass player in the house band, and God is a disco fan.
With tongue firmly planted in cheek,
Alan
it was awful
