Here is my problem:
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I got this bass 4 weeks ago, a MIJ 87 Jazz.
Last night, when I came home from work at 8
o'clock and after I made dinner for everybody,
my son the Ivy rock star appeared from his room.
He keeps college student on vacation hours, 9PM
to whenever. So off I go to grill him a steak,
and while I'm working in the kitchen, I hear
weird noises coming from his room. I never go in
his room, as I am afraid what may crawl out. I
don't even open the door, because something
strange might fall into the hallway.
Anyway, the noise changes, and there's this
*thumping*. For a second, the noise sounds like
that Les Claypool song, David Markalay or
whatever the name is. Then there is this
squealing, so I realize he is screwing around
with a guitar, I think.
'Hey, is that my bass in there?!!?'
'Yeah dad'
'Whaddya doin' with my bass?'
'You said I could use it!'
'I never said that! When?'
'When I asked you last night!'
'You never asked me! When was that?'
'Oh, around 3 o'clock'
Apparently, I had fallen asleep in front of the
TV, and he woke me and asked me to use the bass.
Yeah, I remember that! He took my comatose
grunt and defined it as a 'Yes'. It then
disappeared into the Dark Hole.
His Room.
Much to my dismay, I realized he was now playing
it thru his multi-effect processor with a SLIDE.
What really pissed me off was that he sounded
good.
'Hey, that's MY bass!'
'Dad, YOU HAVE THREE BASSES!' Can't I use ONE!'
Oops. I lent the Bison to my best friend so his
son could take lessons. And there is NO WAY he
is using my 63 Eb3!
'Errrrrr, I guess so!'
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h
ttp://www.talkbass.com/forum/attachment.php?s=&postid=1301905
I got this bass 4 weeks ago, a MIJ 87 Jazz.
Last night, when I came home from work at 8
o'clock and after I made dinner for everybody,
my son the Ivy rock star appeared from his room.
He keeps college student on vacation hours, 9PM
to whenever. So off I go to grill him a steak,
and while I'm working in the kitchen, I hear
weird noises coming from his room. I never go in
his room, as I am afraid what may crawl out. I
don't even open the door, because something
strange might fall into the hallway.
Anyway, the noise changes, and there's this
*thumping*. For a second, the noise sounds like
that Les Claypool song, David Markalay or
whatever the name is. Then there is this
squealing, so I realize he is screwing around
with a guitar, I think.
'Hey, is that my bass in there?!!?'
'Yeah dad'
'Whaddya doin' with my bass?'
'You said I could use it!'
'I never said that! When?'
'When I asked you last night!'
'You never asked me! When was that?'
'Oh, around 3 o'clock'
Apparently, I had fallen asleep in front of the
TV, and he woke me and asked me to use the bass.
Yeah, I remember that! He took my comatose
grunt and defined it as a 'Yes'. It then
disappeared into the Dark Hole.
His Room.
Much to my dismay, I realized he was now playing
it thru his multi-effect processor with a SLIDE.
What really pissed me off was that he sounded
good.
'Hey, that's MY bass!'
'Dad, YOU HAVE THREE BASSES!' Can't I use ONE!'
Oops. I lent the Bison to my best friend so his
son could take lessons. And there is NO WAY he
is using my 63 Eb3!
'Errrrrr, I guess so!'
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