1970, 8 years old, 3rd grade...got an acoustic guitar and 8 weeks of lessons for my birthday.
1973, 11 years old, joined school band playing alto sax.
1975, 13 years old, switched to tenor sax in school band.
1976, 14 years old, switched to baritone sax in school band...and have been jammin with guys every night at a friend’s house, 4 sometimes 5, all guitar players...at the time i kept thinking "we need a bass player"...and i play a bass clef instrument already...ok I’ll do it. So I bought a “global” jazz bass copy at the local g.c. murphy dept store for $69 and an “acoustic” bass amp for $50. we kept at it for a long time that way.
1978, 16 years old, high school marching band, baritone sax...still playing bass.
1980, 18 years old, i hear from a friend that he knows a guy who knows a guy that's in a band in the neighborhood that needs a bass player. so i go check em out and i know some of em, i audition, get the gig and we go on to play together for a few years, win a battle of the bands competition and get to go into the studio and record 2 songs.
1984, 22 years old, I’m asked by a friend from elementary school (who had seen my band before) to come to his bands rehearsal to hear them play, so i go and realize I’m being recruited, they ask me to bring my drummer tomorrow night, i do and we both jump ship and join a new band. Which leads to lots of gigging and a studio project....during that project some good music was recorded but the band ended up destroyed in the process. i decide to take a break from playing for a while.
1990, 28 years old, a friend asks me to come help some friends of his in a band with their monitor system. So I go help and meet these guys, a Danish band that just arrived in America a few weeks earlier…so I continue to help these guys with sound and lights for a while when their bass players visa runs out and he has to go back to Denmark. So I step in and become their new guy, we record a cd, tour all around the country for a year and then our singer says he has to go home, his parents are sick, he ain’t coming back. So we break up. It’s 1995 and I decide to take more time off…..22 years.
2017, 55 years old, I find an old bass in a closet, it’s a bass I was building back in 1995…I play it for a few minutes and think “ I wish this bass had some pickups in it and I had an amp”. a few weeks later I buy a bass and a small practice amp….that was 10 weeks ago and I have been rehearsing with my new band for 2 weeks now…I’ve had severe GAS the entire time and now have 5 basses and 2 complete stage rigs…
Somewhere along the line I realized being in a garage band was fun…being in the machine that is touring and being away from home for a year, isn’t fun. It’s a job….now I’m back to the fun part.