- when Dana, Chris and myself would get together to bang through bong hits and Montrose covers. Chris and his family went to Oregon on vacation for the summer and after he returned I suspect that he negotiated one of those Robert Johnson deal with the devil things during the three months that he was away. He suddenly absolutely burned on the guitar, he had a hot girlfriend who would sit on his lap while we jammed, he grew a Frank Zappa moustache and smoked Lucky Strikes, plus he came back with a black - white - maple Stratocaster that I thought was simply the coolest thing north of the equator. That was 40 years ago and since then I've always been strongly drawn to the tuxedo / maple look but have never owned one until last week, which I guess is all just a rambling way of saying "NBD - Fender American Standard Precision".
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Great bass and great story! I almost remember those days! That's the year I graduated HS. And a great bass! I had a 1975 precision back in the day after I sold my Gibson Ripper! Where did the time go?
Ah yes, the bicentennial class of 76, great times! Sweet bass Trab!
In 1976 I was playing a Fender Mustang through a Univox 12" combo amp, and had just gotten my first bass--a sunburst/tort '62 Precision for $100. Those were great times, right? I remember almost every guitar/bass my friends played, and what all the girls wore back then.
I was "playing" my Dad's no-name nylon string acoustic and listening to Boston, Frampton, Led Zeppelin, Bad Company, Gordon Lightfoot, The Beatles, John Denver ... Playing a lot of hoops and working hard - good times, good times!
I was 10 years old. I would sneak into my older siblings room and put every record on the player until I found the one I was only permitted to listen to behind a closed door. That habit started real early.......I was probably only four or five, they would leave for school and I would make my way in and listen for hours. Probably scratched a lot of vinyl and ruined a needle or two unsuspected. I'm the only one of 8 that plays a musical instrument of any kind.
I started gigging on bass in '76. Your story made me smile, thanks.
I was pretty young then, but I do mirror your taste in p basses. 
Great story.
I was eating crayons and peeing the bed '76..........but I'm a bass player so not much has changed.
I was eating crayons and peeing the bed '76..........but I'm a bass player so not much has changed.
Ah, yes, back in the days when headlights came in only one shape: round. Bell bottoms, silk shirts, platform shoes, and great music. For Christmas that year, I got a walnut, maple necked strat. (It was a couple of years later when I got a decent bass: a natural, maple necked P bass.) Started out in a rock trio. Great times back then. Not only musically speaking, but by comparison the condition of the whole world has fallen into the toilet.
Graduated high school in 76. Was playing an Epiphone 5120e hollowbody through a 1960s Ampeg B-18. Still have the Epi. Wish I had the Peg.
Great story and bass.....Mine story started about 5-10 years later. In the mid/late 80's I was in HS and grew up watching my older brother and his 1977 Jazz Bass ripping through prog rock tunes with his band. He was a great player, they could nail YYZ and I thought that bass was the coolest ever. I now have had possession of it for several years, the problem now is that I realize its like 14lbs, way to heavy to play all night and a bit brighter than I would prefer However this is probably why I'm still and always will be a Fender guy.
However this is probably why I'm still and always will be a Fender guy.
Where's the moustache?- when Dana, Chris and myself would get together to bang through bong hits and Montrose covers. Chris and his family went to Oregon on vacation for the summer and after he returned I suspect that he negotiated one of those Robert Johnson deal with the devil things during the three months that he was away. He suddenly absolutely burned on the guitar, he had a hot girlfriend who would sit on his lap while we jammed, he grew a Frank Zappa moustache and smoked Lucky Strikes, plus he came back with a black - white - maple Stratocaster that I thought was simply the coolest thing north of the equator. That was 40 years ago and since then I've always been strongly drawn to the tuxedo / maple look but have never owned one until last week, which I guess is all just a rambling way of saying "NBD - Fender American Standard Precision".
