Today I parted with my beautiful Schecter Stiletto Custom 6 6-string bass. I'm at a loss because this bass, I slaved over. Many weeks of putting up with dumb tourists. I was an impatient 17 year old.
This was my first run with Schecter. While it likely will be my last, it won't be for lack of appeal. The bass was beautiful, crafted in South Korea. It sounded great. Made lots of money for me. But most of all, it was a joy to play, hence the phrase "pride and joy". Pride, for it was the first bass I ever afforded without help from mom or dad. Joy because it was a joy to play.
I learned something from this today.
We can't let ourselves be chained to our material objects. They are finite. They break, they rot, they burn. I loved the bass, but the bass did not love me. None of mine do. It's like selling a tool - because that's what it is. Why should I be sad? It did it's job and now it will be in service to God at a church out of Homer, AK. Which I think is really great.
Anyway, that's my post for today. Thanks for reading.
This was my first run with Schecter. While it likely will be my last, it won't be for lack of appeal. The bass was beautiful, crafted in South Korea. It sounded great. Made lots of money for me. But most of all, it was a joy to play, hence the phrase "pride and joy". Pride, for it was the first bass I ever afforded without help from mom or dad. Joy because it was a joy to play.
I learned something from this today.
We can't let ourselves be chained to our material objects. They are finite. They break, they rot, they burn. I loved the bass, but the bass did not love me. None of mine do. It's like selling a tool - because that's what it is. Why should I be sad? It did it's job and now it will be in service to God at a church out of Homer, AK. Which I think is really great.
Anyway, that's my post for today. Thanks for reading.
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