As long as I am vertical and able to take nourishment, I will be a bass player. Just how did that happen?
At junior high sock hops, the bass from the record player on a wooden stage engaged me emotionally, it made me dance when otherwise I just couldn't. I didn't understand it then. I just knew there was some kind of magic in the sound from the stage.
At the same time, I started playing acoustic guitar so I could play at church instead of just sit there. We didn't have a bass player, only acoustic guitars. And it was way better than just sitting there!
Fast forward to freshman year in high school, an old buddy and guitar player I knew from a previous military installation moved into my neighborhood again. (We were both military brats).
We decided to start a band. Shock, right? I asked the wizzard if I should play rhythm or....... He looked at my hands and said "You have long fingers, why don't you play bass?" I figured why not. We found used Gibson EBO with the black bakelite pickup, paid my $125 cash, and he taught me some patterns. Wish I still had it.
I bought a Fender bassman head and a Kustom tuck and roll cabinet, and immediately reconnected with my junior high sock hop sense of shock and awe. This was so much better than acoustic guitar. I was hooked, and aside from taking a couple of decades off to raise kids, have never looked back and never thought twice.
As long as I am vertical and able to take nourishment, I will be a bass player........