The statement that stood out to me was “can’t seem to look at my basses anymore.” That’s not just burnout, that’s pushing on loathing. And that’s ok. It can sit there forever; it’s not a pet or a child. But why is it almost painful instead of just not as fun?
I do find that when I hit those phases of burnout that I change instruments. I spend a few weeks locked in on the drums (a decades old cheap kit) Inevitably, they switch places, and I’m bored of the drums and wanting for the strings. And many times, I’m such a better player when I take a step back and revisit. It almost doesn’t makes sense… I’m not practicing, but when I return, things seem to be easier.
Also, unless something’s happened that makes you want to actually put them out of sight, I have always believed accessibility is HUGE in enjoyment of playing and progressing. It makes it harder when you have to pull the bass out of the closet, out of its case, find your cables, where’s my strap, etc. Spend a few bucks on a nice stand and keep it out. I’ve gotten so much enjoyment and 5-minute sessions because I’m ready for dinner but don’t have to leave for another 10 minutes and… oh, there’s my bass.
It’ll come back to ya. Just don’t force it.
I do find that when I hit those phases of burnout that I change instruments. I spend a few weeks locked in on the drums (a decades old cheap kit) Inevitably, they switch places, and I’m bored of the drums and wanting for the strings. And many times, I’m such a better player when I take a step back and revisit. It almost doesn’t makes sense… I’m not practicing, but when I return, things seem to be easier.
Also, unless something’s happened that makes you want to actually put them out of sight, I have always believed accessibility is HUGE in enjoyment of playing and progressing. It makes it harder when you have to pull the bass out of the closet, out of its case, find your cables, where’s my strap, etc. Spend a few bucks on a nice stand and keep it out. I’ve gotten so much enjoyment and 5-minute sessions because I’m ready for dinner but don’t have to leave for another 10 minutes and… oh, there’s my bass.
It’ll come back to ya. Just don’t force it.