Yeah, the owners hands were shaky and he could barely play anymore.
Lets talk about musical Karma for a second: You guys know the story about the instrument, now I'll tell you about my quest for a teacher. My mother lives in downtown Denver and walks her dog every morning, she's a friendly type and talks to everyone she sees while out and about. One of her neighbors is a bass player and she talks to him regularly. This morning she's out and see's him in the yard and tells him about my bass. She hit's him up about my quest for a teacher, his reply is that "if he's half serious about playing I'll teach him." I ask her what his name is and the answer.....Charlie Burrell.
If you don't know who he is then you should look him up on google. Needless to say I'm am flying on a cloud today. Can you say devine intervention? I don't know what to say other than based on the events of the last couple of days that I must be destined to play the Double Bass.