(and as you see, I've had my trusty ATK for most of those years)
As we flipped our calendars to June, I realized I started playing bass thirty years ago this month! I recently learned that the teacher who took me on as a twelve-year-old halfway across North America can no longer play due to Parkinson's disease; my current bandmate was in preschool entirely across the continent when I got started. Two marriages, two careers, three cats, and three kids later, I love playing at least as much as I did in the beginning. It seemed like an occasion worth noting. I wish all of us many more years of this kind of joy!



, I'm old!