Okay, I have a story. It might not pertain completely to basses, but it has to do with my bass itself. I had a 4th of July party today, and my dads friend, and mine, had joined me during my practice session. I was just feeling the groove, so I thought Id practice. he has been having some problems (his kids are insane, his wife doesnt work but shops nonstop, and he is working 3 jobs). He listened to me play Synchronicity II one time, with my Fender Jazz bass, and told me I changed his outlook and brought back memories. I guess back in college his roommate, the now bassist for Big Organ Trio, played a Fender Jazz bass, cream/tort pg, and played the same songs. I play "classic rock", so he could appreciate. HE had the best years of his life in college, and said that me playing those songs meant a lot. He greatfully thanked me, walked outside and gave his wife a hug, ranted on my playing, then gently sat there thinking. This is the kind of stuff that makes all the practice, money, and time worth it. Just thought Id share that with you guys.
I think anytime you can touch someone with your music it makes it all worthwhile. Most of the time we make music for ourselves, but to touch someone else with it is priceless.
Yet again, you have the words to describe the situation. Music shouldnt be kept to yourself, esp. if the outcome is to this degree.
that's pretty cool. I've had some experiences like that in my (short) life, related to magic and acting, and it always just changes the way you look at whatever it is that you're doing.
Exactly Mesmerize. I have only been playing for 3 years, but these things make it feel like time doesnt even exist. But, Ive always heard, "No good deed goes unpunished"... so...
Pure magic, and a great great warming story, man. To be able to heal a troubled fellow justo playing a tune on a wooden rod with wires that makes sounds... Thanks for sharing, dude. It didn't only worked fo yor friend, tho. Reading the story works to some extente the same kind of magic with all of us. Sure did it with me... warm soul.
This has nothing to do with skill. I happened to know a song that brought back memories. Nothin big, just it hit him hard.
Pretty cool to think about, eh? I was proud of myself. EDIT: I found out shes a teacher, which isnt a wealthy job in Ohio, but spends her salary (x2) on shopping. I dont know if theyre into any problems that bad, but the fews times Ive been to their home, hes about to go insane. So, I did what I could.
And he just went out and bought the kids a German Shephard today. I feel good... na na na na... knew that I would, yeah... so good!
Great story! Thanks! Our guitar player likes to say.... "For the rich, there's therapy. For the rest of us, there's Rock & Roll." Sounds like it worked in this case