Hello everyone!
I've been playing the electric bass for 15 years now.
After all this time I can safely say that I never was a good bassist, perhaps not even a decent one. This really pains me because when people find out that I play the bass, they get excited, but then I have nothing to actually say or show for it. What hurts the most is that there was a time in my life that the bass meant the world to me. I was possessed by it.
I always played along the songs and music I liked. Mostly at home, and occasionally with this random band or the other, and more often with my guitar buddy with whom we've worked on several projects. Although I tried, I never managed to learn theory. I was pretty shy to jam, to improvise, and to expose myself to other people (still feel like that).
Last few years my guitar friend got a demanding day job and he could hardly find time for music. Thus I've stopped playing with the only person I actually played with. And playing alone started getting hard... I gradually phased the bass out of my routine and poof! there you have it... for the last four years I hardly touched it. I didn't even realize it was that long.
A week ago, I happened to notice it hanging on the wall. It's a Vintage Fender Jazz 75' RI. I saw that it had caught so much dust, that in some parts it had turned gray! I suddenly flipped! I took it off the mount and cleaned it patiently. I plugged it and started playing. I felt like I had found a part of myself that had been silently missing.
So I decided to find and start online courses (work in progress). To join bass communities like this. To make it part of my life once again, and actually improve on the things that scared me the most about it! Maybe you can help me out with this along the way.
Anyway! Sorry for putting up the story of my life. Usually, I'm not that pedantic.
Cheers!
I've been playing the electric bass for 15 years now.
After all this time I can safely say that I never was a good bassist, perhaps not even a decent one. This really pains me because when people find out that I play the bass, they get excited, but then I have nothing to actually say or show for it. What hurts the most is that there was a time in my life that the bass meant the world to me. I was possessed by it.
I always played along the songs and music I liked. Mostly at home, and occasionally with this random band or the other, and more often with my guitar buddy with whom we've worked on several projects. Although I tried, I never managed to learn theory. I was pretty shy to jam, to improvise, and to expose myself to other people (still feel like that).
Last few years my guitar friend got a demanding day job and he could hardly find time for music. Thus I've stopped playing with the only person I actually played with. And playing alone started getting hard... I gradually phased the bass out of my routine and poof! there you have it... for the last four years I hardly touched it. I didn't even realize it was that long.
A week ago, I happened to notice it hanging on the wall. It's a Vintage Fender Jazz 75' RI. I saw that it had caught so much dust, that in some parts it had turned gray! I suddenly flipped! I took it off the mount and cleaned it patiently. I plugged it and started playing. I felt like I had found a part of myself that had been silently missing.
So I decided to find and start online courses (work in progress). To join bass communities like this. To make it part of my life once again, and actually improve on the things that scared me the most about it! Maybe you can help me out with this along the way.
Anyway! Sorry for putting up the story of my life. Usually, I'm not that pedantic.
Cheers!
