I started on sax in 6th grade and was really good at it, good enough to the point where I was getting bored of being in band and playing show tunes and other songs that didn't resonate with me.
When I signed up for jazz band in 7th grade, I saw the kid on bass, and I had never seen a guitar with 4 strings before, which sparked the question "what the hell is that?" Then he started playing a simple riff--the sound it made gave me chills, and I knew from that moment on that my life as a sax player was over and that the only instrument that would feed my soul was the bass.
My parents didn't have much money, so I went a few years before I got my first bass (horrible story leading up to my buying it; not going into it here) and I haven't looked back.
When I signed up for jazz band in 7th grade, I saw the kid on bass, and I had never seen a guitar with 4 strings before, which sparked the question "what the hell is that?" Then he started playing a simple riff--the sound it made gave me chills, and I knew from that moment on that my life as a sax player was over and that the only instrument that would feed my soul was the bass.
My parents didn't have much money, so I went a few years before I got my first bass (horrible story leading up to my buying it; not going into it here) and I haven't looked back.
