Once, when I was 19 or so and still living with my father, I was cruising around in my car. At the time, my car was my only place of refuge and solitude. I spent a lot of time in my car, and usually in my trunk was a huge compliment of spare gear i had just in case something might happen at a gig or practice i was attending. well, i had my bass next to me and i was cruising around and simply could not resist. i had this line kicking through my head so i decided i had to jam that line right there as quick and soon as i could. i knew the neighborhood and went and stopped in a section where there were roads with nothing nearby. I parked my car and plugged in the tape adapter and threw the 1/8 to 1/4 adapter on and jacked into my car stereo speakers and started jamming right there on the side of the road in my car, bass neck sticking out the window. as i sit there jamming, a sheriff car rolls up. the man looks at me really weird but somehow understanding. they ask "are you okay? we got a weird call about a car over here!" and i said "yeah, i was just practicing, had an idea and had to play it..." and they understood. they said "oh, okay, just checking!" and left! they didn't care! they understood the immediacy i was feeling and didn't think i was a psycho!
well, perhaps they did, but we will never know for sure without an interview or anal probe.
just goes to show, sometimes, when you gotta play, YOU GOTTA PLAY! and gear ain't nothin' in the end! my amplifier was my car stereo speakers! a pair of 6x9" pioneer 3 ways! 50 watts of pure car stereo power! and it ROCKED!
okay... that's enough story. go back to rockin'!
well, perhaps they did, but we will never know for sure without an interview or anal probe.
just goes to show, sometimes, when you gotta play, YOU GOTTA PLAY! and gear ain't nothin' in the end! my amplifier was my car stereo speakers! a pair of 6x9" pioneer 3 ways! 50 watts of pure car stereo power! and it ROCKED!
okay... that's enough story. go back to rockin'!

