@Michael Vee asked how I got into playing bass and my background.
So bear with me y'all and let me indulge myself. I grew up in a very rural area of Pennsylvania, and I grew up very poor, even considering for the standards of the area. My family was well below the poverty line - I had to share clothes with my older brother. I was also very smart - my reading and writing tested off the charts when I was a kid. I was different, I didn't fit in with my peers.
Fast forward to my 12th birthday and my older brother, who played guitar, brought his band over to our house and I picked up a bass for the first time.
I loved it. The first bass I ever played was my friends black and maple Squire P bass. Over the next year I taught myself how to play + while other kids were up partying, I was down in the basement learning "Rock you like a hurricane" from tab in Guitar Mag. I saved up, bought myself a Squire P Bass (sunburst and rosewood - I hated it, but wanted to like it because I was a big fan of Steve Harris) and started playing out. I saved my gig money and after a few months I traded the Squire and $90 and picked up a pewter Fender Jazz Bass Special (I still have that bass).
I think my early years influenced my gear choices - the Jazz neck on the Fender, and my first amp was a Fender Bassman 20 that I borrowed from my friend.
So, at 13, I was playing in a (mostly) metal band, and I was playing in bars and clubs. I couldn't even drive, but I was hauling gear in thru the back door. My band would throw a party - all of our friends would show up, the owner of the bar would shut the door, and we'd have a ton of teenagers drinking in a closed down bar on a Saturday afternoon. It was glorious.
I played in bands like that all throughout high school, even opened up for some bigger bands at some of the clubs/bars in the region. I also played bass in the jazz band in highschool - the high school had a nice Rickenbacker. Also, true story, the band director hated me and act threatened, in front of the entire class, to stab me with the "best musician" award for my senior year.
I left my hometown for college, did some college.bands for awhile, dropped out of college and then threw myself into playing out all the time. At one point I was in seven different bands, some really bad and some fantastic, and a few that had some level of success, including opening up for some national acts and playing large festivals. Of course, there were plenty of biker bars in between!
It was also around that time that I started making decent money, so I picked up my first new bass - a 1995 USA Jazz in Olympic white. I played every bass in the local store before I bought that bass - I had it narrowed down to a rosewood/alder and maple/ash Jazz Bass and picked the rosewood - sounded better for rock and metal, IMO.
Long story short, I played in a bunch of bands, started getting more gear, eventually met and married the absolute wrong woman and was pretty much forced to play in churches. For several years I played in a regional mega church - every week I played in front of 10,000 people .ore on holidays.
A few years of that and then I moved across the country to Seattle for a better job and then amassed even more gear. I played in a few bands in Seattle, most notably a high end corporate/wedding band and a jam band - the band leader had a great idea - he'd put a huge bowl of weed in the practice room and whoever came by could smoke as much weed as they wanted, as long as they played. Some of the best players in the city came by to play with us.
I then got a divorced, and my evil and bitter ex wife forced me to sell most of my gear out of spite. I moved to New Orleans and the rest is history. I haven't don't as much playing here as I would like, my day job keeps me very busy.
I should also say that I married again in New Orleans to an absolutely amazing and wonderful woman that encourages me every day. She's an absolute dream, and I couldn't ask for a better partner and wife. She's wonderful, and is almost a gear enabler

I am a lucky man to have her.
So, I've been playing since I was 12, gigging since I was 13, and my birth year bass is my white 1972 Jazz. Almost 40 years now, more bands than I could remember more gigs than I could count. And of course, tons and tons of gear
