Ok so, playing other night and noticed some girls looking at me with that "Eeeww" look and not the normal look of "Eeeww, Gross Old Fart on Bass" but the "EEEWWWW! Absolutely stomach churning, I'm gonna puke" look. Now I haven't seen that look since my wedding night so I start to take a quick inventory of myself for the offending visual and noticed blood trickling down the white pick guard of my Jazz bass. I had split my thumb which is not uncommon for me in this cold weather but this one was bad and bleeding somewhat. A quick switch of basses, and a kindly bar attendant with a damp cloth for my bass and a bandaid for me and I was back in business. Minor thing. But this got me going down memory lane as us old folks will do, remembering all the turned ankles, dehydration cramps, stubbed toes, headstocks to the face, broken flying drumsticks to the torso, electrical shocks, falls that I have had during a gig. Not to mention all the load in mishaps and fights(only had one of those and came out unscathed, my bass, not so much) So thought this could get interesting.