This could get a little long so if it's 3 am and you're just getting in from a gig , go get some sleep or you might end up crosseyed and ing on your keyboard. The kid got into an art oriented high school playing tuba. I had been playing bass for a while and occasionally he picked it up , even showed some promise on it. After about 6 months , the schools bass guitar player moved leaving the school with no bottom end for their jazz and rock bands. The teacher asked if anyone wanted to give it a shot .. Up goes the kids hand and he started learning in ernest on the schools warwick 5 string.(They get 3 hours of music instruction a day at this school , so progress was pretty fast) One day the kid says "Dad , I think I'd like to get a 5 string." Here goes the bank account lol.Took the kid to the local music store to try out a few basses. I told him to play all he wanted but not to commit to anything. "Don't let them know if you really like one. Just play them and let me know after you leave." I really didn't want a salesman breathing down my neck at this point. He tried every one in the store including an american 5 stg. jazz. (there goes the bank account and a loan). After he was done , he was really cool about all of it and told the salesman that he just didn't think a 5 string was right for him. We escaped the store with the bank account still intact. We got in the car and he lit up." I really liked that black one." (an Ibanez) "O K I'll see what we can do." He had put a band together by this time and had a practice in a couple days. So far he had been using one of my 4 stgs. for the band. Two days later I went back to the music store and plunked down 300 plus bucks for the black 5 stg.(this was the day of his practice with the band). I got home and pulled the 4 stg. out of it's case and stuck the new 5 stg. in there. Didn't say a word to the kid. He got home from school , diddled around a bit till I told him he was going to be late for practice (teenage punctuality being what it is) He grabbed the case and out the door he went. About 30 minutes later the phone rang.I picked it up and heard "DAD..........YOU ROCK. "hehehe.I guess us old farts can be kinda cool every once in a while.