What's your price? Here's part of mine. Sometimes I practice at home. Not too loud, not loud enough to piss off the neighbors. But the cassette tapes start falling off the shelf. I hear stuff in the kitchen rattling. Every now and then I look up and a picture will be crooked, no obvious reason except accumulated low frequencies. The other day I had the audacity to bring over a drummer to lay down a track, and the cat likes attention, so she kept bothering us while we were laying cables and positioning the mics. But she ran screaming out of the room at the first light tap on a cymbal. I think she knew what was coming. This is just part of the price of being a bass player, without even getting into the wife and significant others. Anyone have an unusual price to pay for what you're doing, or some extraordinary sacrifice you feel you're making on behalf of your bass?