Back before the dawn of time, when MTV actually played music videos almost all the time, and when I was in high school, they decided to celebrate International Guitar Month one year by showing a concert film every night of the month. I saw one night that they were going to show Iron Maiden's 'Live After Death', so I thought I would watch it; I only knew of Iron Maiden from a marching band member who had one of their tapes (
Powerslave, specifically), but I'd never heard them.

STEVE EFFING HARRIS, YOU GUYS.
Now before all this, I had grown up on country & western music - what they call 'classic country' now, I guess - and some early pop once I found out other forms of music existed past C&W. I didn't think anything about bass, because I never heard it stand out or really do anything.
Until this film.
The dude is running around the stage like a bat out of hell, fingers flying across the strings. "Aces High", "2 Minutes to Midnight", "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" - I was completely blown away. The things he was doing on that bass, I didn't realize was even possible. Sure, if you compare it to someone like Victor Wooten or Michael Manring, it may seem simplistic, but I didn't know about any of those cats at the time. This was god-tier to me.
I recorded it when it came on again later that night, and played it until the tape broke (VHS, you young whippersnappers).
A few months later, for my seventeenth birthday, I got an Olympic 4-string bass from a local pawn shop. The thing must have weight about twenty pounds, and it had a hairline crack in the neck at the nut.
I got a copy of that Iron Maiden album from a friend's brother and learned almost everything on it.
It was all downhill from there.
