I didn't start till after I was 40. For more than a year, some time earlier, Virus (Neil Worthington), the drummer from Disorder and Amebix, loaned me Amebix's old Westone bass, and I couldn't bring myself to play it, to make it mine. Neil joked on one visit that I was 'born to play bass' when he saw it gathering dust...
I think what changed me was a Status Graphite in the window of a second hand shop on Gloucester Road, Bristol. It sat there front and centre. and it looked perfect, old walnut wood, and high-tech graphite, an amazing combination. I liked that woven graphite in the neck, I knew this was a very nice (if long-used) guitar, but I walked past it a few times over more than a week, until I knew if I didn't make it mine, I'd regret it when someone else with more initiative made it theirs, so I bought it.
It eventually died a death that was infinitely more sad than it was rock and roll, it was already well worn, and I ended up using it to learn to play like JJ Burnell, and that thrashes the hell out of a bass, but it was a terrible moment of disillusionment that caused the eventual death of that bass, at my own hand. I put all other kit I had outside on the street, thinking someone better than me should have that. It all vanished within an hour, except for one folorn plastic knob that I found under the bed months later.
The disillusionment didn't last, I still had recordings of what I'd done, and liked them, I'd come too far, and the bass bug never lets go. I got my own Westone Thunder 1-A (and a backup), same as the Amebix bass, refretted, put Rotosound strings on it, etc, and at 56 years old I can now rip through Nice and Sleazy and several other early Stranglers songs, and a few of my own. Trying to sound like JJ in his pomp is probably foolish ambition, but it works for me, I can deliver it well enough. I'm going to be punishing a few ears at a party tomorrow night, but it's a second invite so the first must have gone ok last time.
If nothing else, playing with that kind of effort and focus is good for the brain and body. It should keep me going a lot longer than not doing it would.
People have said old rockers never die, and I'll be damned if I don't put that to the test.