In about 1967 at school a bunch of kids wanted to start a band. At the time I wanted to be a drummer but one kid already had a drum kit. Every kid and his dog had a guitar and not being able to sing I picked bass. Couldn't afford to buy one so built one in woodwork class, it was a real dog but good enough to get me started. The school band started out with about 5 guitarists but soon we got down to one, it lasted until 1970 when 2 of the members went off to college.
I then joined a band with a booking agent doing 2 or 3 gigs a week, after about 6 months of that I was starting to feel that I was maybe a bassist as opposed to a bass owner.
I'm still gigging and learning. When I stop learning, or enjoying playing, it is time to give up.
I then joined a band with a booking agent doing 2 or 3 gigs a week, after about 6 months of that I was starting to feel that I was maybe a bassist as opposed to a bass owner.
I'm still gigging and learning. When I stop learning, or enjoying playing, it is time to give up.