While in 9th grade (1970), I'd been in school band for 4 years and doodling on guitar for about a year. Some classmates had a rock band that played at a pep rally, and I was taken aback by the bass -- how it moved through the song, its deep sound, how it rumbled in my belly. They played Grand Funk covers, so I got the Live album and fell in love with Mel. I ended up buying a used bass for $25 and plugged it into my parents' console stereo. Anyhow, I soon moved past that, got a lot better at playing, got better equipment, enjoyed a lot of music and had lots of adventures over the next few decades. Still, I sometimes like to stand in front of my stack, turn it up and let the notes flow through me. Or sometimes I'll just sit on top of my amp while playing -- I don't think I'm the only one . . .