One of the other guys in my band plays bass (slab) in his church services. My family went over to attend Easter services there this morning, and as we left I was pulled aside by a little old lady who must've been 80, at least. She said "Mike, why didn't you bring your big bass? I hate it when Roger (my friend) plays that wimpy little thing. My late husband played the big bass...takes a REAL man to play those!" She was dead serious. I got a great laugh from that.