I started playing bass on a black-and-gold Samick P/J in the summer of 1993. I put together a couple of bands in high school and played a few shows. While I always admired my friend's dad's 1962 jazz bass, and (for reasons I'll never remember) happily babysat my other friend's dad's 1972 precision, I never really considered getting a proper Fender for myself. I wanted to be different, and I wanted to be metal; I happily played a Jackson and an Ibanez (still have that one) when I gigged and recorded in early adulthood, and got talked into an Epiphone Thunderbird when I briefly considered picking up a Squier jazz a few years later. Well, look at me now:
It started with this guy: my middle child, more of a drummer, and a lefty besides, but quite convincing here.
When we got him a drum set for his fifth birthday in January 2018, I started wondering why I didn't play more, and as I jammed with him, the thrill of playing and the desire to do so roared back as strong as when my teenage hands first touched an instrument. But sometime during my late twenties and early thirties, when I wasn't playing a lot, my tastes had changed, and I didn't seem to have the right tools for the tones I wanted. When I started trying to find something to match my new ideas about my own sound ... I found myself where countless others have since 1957. Sort of.
I got the five-string Squier for Father's Day to match a weirdo MIJ modded four-string that had become a favorite, but they didn't quite match (and I do love twins, it seems). So I finally got a 2010 MIM Fender Precision, and I finally have the sound in my head in four- and five-string versions. Fortunately, I have a mostly supportive and patient partner who has put up with a lot of NBDs since I really got back into playing. I really do think I'm set for now! Fortunately my tastes for Alembics, Rickenbackers, and Spectors never got very far, haha.
It started with this guy: my middle child, more of a drummer, and a lefty besides, but quite convincing here.
When we got him a drum set for his fifth birthday in January 2018, I started wondering why I didn't play more, and as I jammed with him, the thrill of playing and the desire to do so roared back as strong as when my teenage hands first touched an instrument. But sometime during my late twenties and early thirties, when I wasn't playing a lot, my tastes had changed, and I didn't seem to have the right tools for the tones I wanted. When I started trying to find something to match my new ideas about my own sound ... I found myself where countless others have since 1957. Sort of.
I got the five-string Squier for Father's Day to match a weirdo MIJ modded four-string that had become a favorite, but they didn't quite match (and I do love twins, it seems). So I finally got a 2010 MIM Fender Precision, and I finally have the sound in my head in four- and five-string versions. Fortunately, I have a mostly supportive and patient partner who has put up with a lot of NBDs since I really got back into playing. I really do think I'm set for now! Fortunately my tastes for Alembics, Rickenbackers, and Spectors never got very far, haha.
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