Nothing here that anyone who's played the instrument for a while would be surprised by, but since it's winter again, my latest "fickle beast" story:
Was playing a gig this past weekend, and I could not get a full sound out of the G string or anything up the neck on the D to save my life. I tried every right hand trick I could think of to draw the sound out, nothing. Tried adjusting the wheels to see if the strings had dropped because of the weather. Nope. Tried positioning the amp every which way, even though it was barely on for this gig. Nada. Struggled through the gig, frustrated and distracted by the lack of sound.
Warming up for last night's gig at home, I took a short break and set the bass up in the corner. When I came back I looked at it and noticed that the treble foot of the bridge appeared to be slightly north of where it should be. After shifting it back about 1mm south, the big lady was in full voice again, and everything I played sounded like the voice of god. I guess I probably must have bumped the bridge loading in and out of the car or something, but still...
One.
Lousy.
Millimeter.
But at least her voice is back now.
Please share your fickle beast stories if you are so inclined.
Was playing a gig this past weekend, and I could not get a full sound out of the G string or anything up the neck on the D to save my life. I tried every right hand trick I could think of to draw the sound out, nothing. Tried adjusting the wheels to see if the strings had dropped because of the weather. Nope. Tried positioning the amp every which way, even though it was barely on for this gig. Nada. Struggled through the gig, frustrated and distracted by the lack of sound.
Warming up for last night's gig at home, I took a short break and set the bass up in the corner. When I came back I looked at it and noticed that the treble foot of the bridge appeared to be slightly north of where it should be. After shifting it back about 1mm south, the big lady was in full voice again, and everything I played sounded like the voice of god. I guess I probably must have bumped the bridge loading in and out of the car or something, but still...
One.
Lousy.
Millimeter.
But at least her voice is back now.
Please share your fickle beast stories if you are so inclined.