I knew I was a bass player the second I pulled the low E on a bass in ‘93. I was in 8th grade. A friend of mine had a Jackson guitar, Boss Metal Zone pedal, and a Fender Blues Jr amp. It was during this year that I solidified my love of metal. Metallica, Megadeth, Jason Becker, Marty Friedman... you get the picture. However, I had actually seen a bass guitar. I knew what it sounded like, but had no clue as to what it was like to hold one.
I went with my friend and his mom to a music store in Lodi I think. We lived in Lockeford and my memory has been lifted up and out of my head with too much weed smoke throughout the years. Anyway, we went there and I was supremely intimidated with all the guitars and drums and... Lo and behold, basses. There was a little jam station set up with a bass amp and a cable, so I grabbed the “coolest” looking bass I could reach. I think it was a Peavey but I remember it was pearl white with neon green, yellow, and red platter paint all over it. I plugged it in, turned the amp on, and pulled the E string.
I instantly knew... without a shadow of a doubt, that I was born to play bass. I could show you my SAT scores and high school transcripts to prove that all I cared about, at the time, was playing music.