I did it. I finally freakin did it! After I spent the weekend at the Chicago Blues Festival, I took a walk down Lincoln Avenue to the Chicago Music Exchange. There, amongst the brother P-Basses and sister J-Basses, was my Holy Grail of bass guitars: the 1966 Fender Precision.
My wife doesn't understand, but I told her I'd sell several of my basses ('80 Peavey T-40; Fender MIA Jazz V; Fender 70's Classic Jazz; Lakland Duck Dunn), then make up the difference. Thanks to Marc Najjar, the bass guy there for hookin me up. I should have it Friday morning when I get off shift... all set up with flats, ready to rattle the walls and windows.
My wife doesn't understand, but I told her I'd sell several of my basses ('80 Peavey T-40; Fender MIA Jazz V; Fender 70's Classic Jazz; Lakland Duck Dunn), then make up the difference. Thanks to Marc Najjar, the bass guy there for hookin me up. I should have it Friday morning when I get off shift... all set up with flats, ready to rattle the walls and windows.