When I was 16 I wanted to play an instrument, because I had two friends that played instruments. One played bass, another played drums. They both played guitar. I wanted to have fun. Have fun doing something, other than getting high.
My bassist friend suggested guitar, because my hands are small (subtly because he probably didn't want me to play bass also, and probably because he was hoping for a band). I tried, and it wasn't fun.
I tried playing my drummer friends drums, but I was only able to utilize one limb at a time.. I was not having fun.
So I would always play his red samick p bass. He didn't have a amplifier though. so I would slap and pop his bass (not knowing thats what it's called) just so I could get a sound out of it, and subconsciously because I was a brat.. and did anything to annoy people. I would also play double stops on the D and G strings. He would tell me to "Stop! It's not a guitar, it's bass!" I would continue, because I loved how it sounded together, and again subconsciously I wanted to poke at his nerves because I was again... a brat.
Well out of guitar, drums, and bass.. I loved how bass was. I didn't know it was super low like it is, but I knew it was a good feeling in my hand. It felt cool, because I was a small 5 foot, 95 lb kid with a big instrument in my hands. I liked being able to have fun touching it, and feeling the vibrations amongst my body.
Well my grandmother and mother put together about $600. They said I can get an instrument if i want. We went to 'the music box' I chose an olympic white mim fender jazz (atleast the neck was). I pluged into a ibanez sw35 bass amp.. I didn't realize it made low pitched sounds, I fell in love with it.
Well, unfortunatley.. at this time I wasn't in love with music. I was in love with drugs and alcohol. I was unaware of the bassist role in music. I sold this bass and amp to my friend for $200 (I know.. stupid, but I felt he's better of with it.. considering I had no desire other than getting high) Another reason I sold it so cheap to him was because it was his birthday. So he used his birthday money, but he only had $125 so I agreed.
He played that bass for a few years, at many shows. I drove deeper into drugs, and realized more where each instrument sits.
Well.. 3 years ago, I started seriously going to church. I realized immediately.. I SOLD my awesome bass. The worship director asked me, "Do you want to play bass? I have a spare bass that you can borrow." so I borrowed this no name red burst p bass. I bought a cheap 15 watt behringer practice amp.
I played for 6 months, and fell it love with it this time around. I was playing for the church. The worship director noticed I was getting very good, and offered to go half with me on a new bass. She said "just bring some money, and I'll pay the difference. I want you to play a bass you like." I went to Modesto, Ca.. Got a Candy apple red, Squier vm jaguar hb. It was cool, but hard to play. I didn't know how to set it up properly, and didn't want to mess it up. Because technically.. it was 75% her instrument.
One day my grandfather who goes to church, and his friend who is about the same age as him and plays guitar for their church(60's -70's) decided they wanted to take me to San Jose. "just" to go hang out.
I knew something was fishy. But I couldn't put my finger on it. We went to Starving Musician in San Jose. And they kept asking me, do you see anything you like? I found a fretless carvin with some jazz pickups. I was in love. I played it.. but something was off.. it was floppy. I tuned it up.. The truss rod was broken.
Joe (my grandfather's friend) "Oh... brother stay away from that.. that might look sexy but that's a bad girl right there."
I was crushed.. it was $300.. and fretless. I always wanted fretless.
There was absolutely nothing else in the shop that hit my interest. Either it was complete crap, or was far too expensive.
We went to guitar center in San Jose. I found a vm squier jaguar. I loved everything about it. I tried an ampeg ba115 a.. something was wrong with it. I tried an acoustic b100. It sounded nice enough to my ears.
I couldn't believe my grandfather, the most penny pincher in the world.. handed over $590... so I could have a new bass, and a amp.
I've been rocking that bass for about a year and a half. I purchased a fretless neck. Because I really wanted to play fretless. Haven't looked back since.
Well.. actually I am resting for about a month.. my index finger feels kinda funny.
Now.. that is my long story. =p