I'm very sorry to hear of your loss Dr. Cheese. I lost both my parents at about the same time over 20 years ago, so I understand the pain you're feeling right now. It's the good memories that will see you through this difficult time. Your bass playing is your Mom's legacy to you.
My first bass was a one pickup Kay with a metal parallelogram pickguard/control plate that I bought for $40. in a pawn shop near Times Sq. in 1964. I had to borrow $20. from my drummer (and best friend). They also had a Sonic blue Fender Jazz with matching headstock available for $80. which I wanted but couldn't afford. What would that be worth today? My folks were not supportive of my musical ambitions at the time, so there was no help from them. However, the next year, I wanted to buy my first amp (I had borrowed up to that time), and I asked them for a little help and they both looked at each other and said no. Later on that evening my father came to me and handed me $50. and said "Don't tell your mother about this". I swore not to and grabbed the cash. About an hour later, my mother came to me and handed me another $50. and said " Don't ever tell your father about this". Needless to say, I took her up on that offer as well.
The funny thing is, until they day they left this life, I kept my word and never told either about those deals. Thanks Mom and Dad.
Remember Dr. Cheese, as long as you keep people in your heart they never truly leave us.
My first bass was a one pickup Kay with a metal parallelogram pickguard/control plate that I bought for $40. in a pawn shop near Times Sq. in 1964. I had to borrow $20. from my drummer (and best friend). They also had a Sonic blue Fender Jazz with matching headstock available for $80. which I wanted but couldn't afford. What would that be worth today? My folks were not supportive of my musical ambitions at the time, so there was no help from them. However, the next year, I wanted to buy my first amp (I had borrowed up to that time), and I asked them for a little help and they both looked at each other and said no. Later on that evening my father came to me and handed me $50. and said "Don't tell your mother about this". I swore not to and grabbed the cash. About an hour later, my mother came to me and handed me another $50. and said " Don't ever tell your father about this". Needless to say, I took her up on that offer as well.
The funny thing is, until they day they left this life, I kept my word and never told either about those deals. Thanks Mom and Dad.
Remember Dr. Cheese, as long as you keep people in your heart they never truly leave us.