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Chris Squire (R.I.P. 4 March 1948 – 27 June 2015). For 2 years it's felt like something has been missing on this planet. His music lives on. I first heard him when I was 10, in 1972. Changed my life.
As a kid I had a really great exposure to a lot of genres. I later learned how many bass players I truly admired but didn't notice then in the way that moved me to play bass. I was a drummer in waiting as an earliest aspiration ( say 6 or 7 - 10 or 12 ) but family funds and tolerances would never allow drums in the house
Ah well.
I got a guitar and still wasn't tugged in any one direction save for Brian May who I couldn't get enough of. My guitar was a Russian made torture device with sadistic action and refused to stay in tune. With that kind of work my hands were more than ready to play bass. I played bass by default because the other kids who wanted to create a band had nice guitars and a drum kit. Besides my callouses were epic. I got a Peavey T40 and suddenly I was playing bass.
I became a bass player when I heard and saw John Taylor for the first time. He didn't look like a strung out hippy and he didn't wear his bass up to his nipples. He looked freakin cool! And his playing? It kicked me right in the junk. It didn't hurt that he was the dude all the girls wanted in that band. BOOM! Suck it Trebek! After him I started to really seek out other bass players and styles and soon found all my other influences.