As you may know, I was headed to Phoenix this weekend, and I wanted to visit all three GC's (only made it to two), and The Bass Place (made it). I'm going to give major kudos to The Bass Place a little later in Miscellaneous, but now, I want to talk about my rescue and resultant failure. I went to the GC over on Peoria, looked around a little, and hanging inconspicuously on the wall behind some Ibanex thingies or whatever, a used Roscoe Beck V, 3-color sunburst, perfect condition. Except for a really nasty rattle on the open E string. Hmmmm ... some genius had wound the string from bottom to top on the peg, so it wasn't even resting on the bottom of the nut slot. OK, so I fixed that, then played it through some Ampeg POS, and it sounded real good (not because of the Ampeg, of course). They had it marked at $999, way too high, even though it's in new condition. The story is that the owner was moving to Alaska, and sold all of his gear to GC. Well, I sure as snot wasn't going to pay $1k for a used RB5, and I wasn't in a haggling mood (this was on the same day that I drove from Groom Lake to Phoenix), so I split. Later, I got to thinking what I'd be willing to pay for a cherry RB5, and I figured about $700 would be a good number, since GC only had $500 in it, and they'd be getting 40% markup (or 28% margin, if you prefer), so the salesman wouldn't end up on mac and cheese over this. So I went back on Saturday, and plugged it in again, and a different salesman (older, more knowledgeable) came over, and I said I'd buy the bass for $700, assuring him I buy tons o'gear at GC. So the dude says "What's your name man?" and I replied Munjibunga Malthus, so he looks me up in the computer. Then he says, "It looks like we can do it, man." So he takes the usual forever plus a day to get approval, then I said, "OK, I'll play it a little more while you go get the case." You can see it coming, right? "Oh, this doesn't come with a case." Me: "Dude, it's a Roscoe Beck. They all come with a case." He goes and gets the case, which is a Fender Deluxe case, but not the tweed. But it had beautiful gold short plush instead of that gawdawful orange shag in it, so what the heck, I'm down with it. OK, so there you are. My failure? I was not going to buy a bass in 2004. Crap. But I just couldn't bear thinking about some 14-year-old getting it down off the wall, slapping the piss out of it, scratching the back with his buckle, then somebody's mom buying it without even knowing what it is. I mean, what else could I do? I even went for permission rather than forgiveness this time. I mean, is that so terrible? Oh yeah, I'll get some pictures up pretty quick, but it looks just like a sunburst RB5.