Here's a little heartwarming story
I started playing bass about a year ago, and around october of 2009 my father decided it was about time for me to upgrade from my Affinity Squier J. We went to the local Long and McQuade's store to purchase a new bass for myself.
I was in heaven: Warwicks, Gibsons, Stingrays, and most of all Ibanez. I loved Ibanez basses. I don't know why, I just was infatuated with them. All my favourite basses on a wall, I loved it.
My father and I decided the best course of action was to go with a MIM Fender Jazz Bass. It was the best for the price, and while not my first choice (far from it) I was happy.
Months went by and slowly my love for my fender grew smaller and smaller. The strap holder started to go, and the pickups got dirty. However I was playing in multiple bands and was having a lot of fun. My guitarists have PRS guitars, costing a couple thousand dollars each. Me with my 700 dollar MIM Jazz bass, I felt a little more than inadequate
However they praised me for my work, and we made awesome stuff.
Christmas 2009 comes around. I asked for money and gift cards, and managed to scrounge up 1000+ dollars (combined with my birthday) to purchase whatever I wanted. I decided to go to the music store and buy that Ibanez I wanted so badly. I brought it home and played it for hours.
Days passed and for some reason it didn't feel right playing an Ibanez. It was the craziest thing, the fact that I would rather play my MIM Jazz than the beautiful Ibanez was incredible. Id rather play without active electronics. I'd rather play without the lovely block inlays. I'd rather play without the amazing locking bridge. All of this was frustrating, yet beautiful. I brought the Ibanez back and haven't loved my Jazz bass this much since the day I got it.
The point of the story (if there is one) is that often, things we want aren't actually things that are right for us. You never quite know how much you love something until you're faced with an opportunity to part with it.
Keep it low! Happy New Years!
I started playing bass about a year ago, and around october of 2009 my father decided it was about time for me to upgrade from my Affinity Squier J. We went to the local Long and McQuade's store to purchase a new bass for myself.
I was in heaven: Warwicks, Gibsons, Stingrays, and most of all Ibanez. I loved Ibanez basses. I don't know why, I just was infatuated with them. All my favourite basses on a wall, I loved it.
My father and I decided the best course of action was to go with a MIM Fender Jazz Bass. It was the best for the price, and while not my first choice (far from it) I was happy.
Months went by and slowly my love for my fender grew smaller and smaller. The strap holder started to go, and the pickups got dirty. However I was playing in multiple bands and was having a lot of fun. My guitarists have PRS guitars, costing a couple thousand dollars each. Me with my 700 dollar MIM Jazz bass, I felt a little more than inadequate
However they praised me for my work, and we made awesome stuff.
Christmas 2009 comes around. I asked for money and gift cards, and managed to scrounge up 1000+ dollars (combined with my birthday) to purchase whatever I wanted. I decided to go to the music store and buy that Ibanez I wanted so badly. I brought it home and played it for hours.
Days passed and for some reason it didn't feel right playing an Ibanez. It was the craziest thing, the fact that I would rather play my MIM Jazz than the beautiful Ibanez was incredible. Id rather play without active electronics. I'd rather play without the lovely block inlays. I'd rather play without the amazing locking bridge. All of this was frustrating, yet beautiful. I brought the Ibanez back and haven't loved my Jazz bass this much since the day I got it.
The point of the story (if there is one) is that often, things we want aren't actually things that are right for us. You never quite know how much you love something until you're faced with an opportunity to part with it.
Keep it low! Happy New Years!
