I’ve got some tight space gigs coming up and have had my eye on this short scale Ibanez for a while. I took the train in and met the seller in the East 90’s. He was delayed at work and had to delay our meeting time, but I miss living in New York so much that I was completely content to drink my Starbucks and do the crossword puzzle. The guy’s musical story was one of having been given the bass and a Rumble 800 combo to learn on but he didn’t get around to it. It happens. I don’t have a photo of the bass itself because I spent the rest of the day and evening walking around the city and enjoying every moment of it. By the time I stopped in to a tiny Queens dive bar with horse racing on the TV, bottles only and all cash — my kind of place — I’d walked 6 miles down Second Avenue, across the Queensboro Bridge, and through Long Island City where I stopped for lunch with my sea foam green beauty, pictured in the case. The day was sunny and seasonable. Everybody at the place bought me beers and I bought everybody pizza and we talked about music and the Grateful Dead and watched Mets-Yankees who were playing just across the neighborhood. I took the train home and it’s far too late to plug in and test out the Barts but the neck felt great in Starbucks, one of the better I’ve played on recent Indonesian manufactured Ibanezes. My Mets won, a good time was had by all, and I’ve added a bass to the collection that really expands my travel range, and one that will make more comfortable cramped gigs like ones I’ve got coming up on a boat.