I gots to thinking the other day, of a more innocent time... when thoughts of '...what amp is that?' and '...hey, are they roundwounds?' wouldn't cloud the pure enjoyment of what the bass was actually doing in a song...
I admit to sometimes looking at my rig (the latest one), my collection of pedals (many and varied), leads, connectors, picks of just the right gauge, strings, my basses (the latest, pricey additions after about half a dozen aquisitions) etc... and asking myself whether I am able to enjoy listening to bass without intellectualising about the sound.
You know what I mean? Back when you didn't have a clue what bass/amp/pedal/preamp/gadgetry Steve Harris/Paul Simenon/Jamerson/Gene Simmons/Jaco was using... AND DIDN'T CARE.
Somewhere the innocence was lost. Who was it who said, 'you can never go home'... ?
Go on, flame away...
I admit to sometimes looking at my rig (the latest one), my collection of pedals (many and varied), leads, connectors, picks of just the right gauge, strings, my basses (the latest, pricey additions after about half a dozen aquisitions) etc... and asking myself whether I am able to enjoy listening to bass without intellectualising about the sound.

You know what I mean? Back when you didn't have a clue what bass/amp/pedal/preamp/gadgetry Steve Harris/Paul Simenon/Jamerson/Gene Simmons/Jaco was using... AND DIDN'T CARE.
Somewhere the innocence was lost. Who was it who said, 'you can never go home'... ?
Go on, flame away...
