A friend of mine down the hall when I was 15 had a p-bass. I loved that thing and bought my own after he let me borrow evil empire.
Bulls on Parade is the reason why I play.
Bulls on Parade is the reason why I play.
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^ I don't agree. As much as I love playing the bass, I would LOVE to learn to play guitar and do some serious shredding/wankery with lots of feedback. THAT is rocking hard.

I was hooked from that day on.
^ I don't agree. As much as I love playing the bass, I would LOVE to learn to play guitar and do some serious shredding/wankery with lots of feedback. THAT is rocking hard.
When I was a teenager, my mom had an accoustic guitar, at the time (And still to this day.) I was in love with Type O Negative. The first thing I learned was the bass line for Black No 1. I worked and worked on the guitar until my sister swiped it. I also noticed I just didn't have the dexterity to play guitar, and really, I wanted to do something different. I have this theory that girls are just drawn to the bass for some reason. My mom's good friend Roscoe Beck is an amazing bass player, and also a good friend of mine and my husband Josh plays bass in a local metal band we love. It was just a gradual falling in love with the sound. I bought one about two years back and got to play it for about 3 months before we fell on hard times and I sold it to pay the bills. In between then and now, I played on all of our friend's basses, and then for Christmas, my amazing husband bought me an Ibanez that I swear was made for me. I found a bad@$$ teacher because I wanted to lay a more solid foundation than the one I had of just learning songs. I haven't put my bass down since.
I wish I had that situation. Instead I encountered the following.
Me: Hey dad, I want to play bass. Can I get one?
Dad: Sure.
Me: Can I have money for it?
Dad: How much is it?
Me: Like 300.
Dad: (Laughing)
Me: (Frowning)
Dad: (Continues to laugh)
Me: So, can I?
Dad: Of course not! Money doesn't grow on trees. You'll just have to save up for it.
Me: Aww, come on, dad!
Dad: Listen, if I buy it for you, you'll play it for a few days, then it will just sit in your room. If you really want it, I will do half.
Of course, when you're 10 years old, saving $150.00 is like saving $5,000, nowadays.