2017 was a good and bad year for me,
The good,
Got out of tech school this past may n finally got myself a real job. This inevitably led to a series of upgrades for the arsenal. A few of these include my Ruby Red 4003, Eden 810xt for mad cheap, a custom Warmoth Jazz, and dozen or so new effects to contribute to the wacky sounds I like to make. It's really accomplishing in going through school, getting a job, and being able to get the gear you want.
Got my band up n running again, taking charge on vocals now as well as bass. I'm digging the whole frontman gig, even nicer when the audience is oogling at the Ric in my hands. It's great to be getting back in a mindset where I can contribute with other musicians and creating some awesome results.
Now for the bad...
A very, very good friend, his name was Tony, of mine passed away in a car accident back in June. It was actually the same day I had my interview for my new job. Working in fast food for the past four years, I was pumped as all hell to tell him it. Only I was to recieve a phone call later that evening from his parents with the news.
I had been in and out of bands/various projects with Tony throughout the past 7 years or so. We started off in a band where I was on bass, him on vocals. As we got to know eachother more, he took a liking to the Bass Guitar (smart fella)
And the following christmas, he had his first Schector Stilleto. Now I, being the only bass player of our musicans cliche, wasn't sure what to think of another bass player in the stirring pot, but this was quick to change.
Tony and I both progressed as players. In a way it was like friendly competition, each of us trying to get the upper edge the other. I watched him go from someone plunking around trying to figure things out, to an evolved, unique character with his own style. Our styles meshed beautifully with eachother. We'd jam and write any time we could together, regardless of being in our own independent projects. Any time either of us got a new pedal, axe, amp, you name it, the other person was the first to know about it.
Hell, there were a couple points where him and I swore off guitar players all together and tried to start up a project with two basses. Yielded some pretty gnarly results.
This guy was my bass brother, heart and soul. And every time I go to pick up a bass I can't help but feel like a piece of the magic is missing. I don't know how many times I told him I was gonna have my own 4003 someday. Now I have it and he can't even be here to appreciate it with me. It tears at me, but I keep trying to find the passion to play, I know he'd have wanted it that way.
Moral of the story, cherish the ones you love in life. You never know when it'll all come crashing down on you.
Let's hope for a brighter 2018 folks