my first bass guitar (complete with eight ball sticker and blindspot mirror)
when i was about 15, my dad took me to cash converters - we were looking for a bass guitar. i’d been playing music in a band with my friends, and needed something to practice on. after cutting a deal with him about how many times i would have to mow the lawn, we bought this rusty old thing and gave it a good home. i named it kit.
despite its intonation problems, unaligned bridge, and shoddy wiring, it was well used for years - playing rancid covers in a punk band with my best friends, and then later in my high school’s contemporary jazz band. i even got ambitious at one point, and decided to take the frets off.
after high school, my acoustic guitar started taking priority (gotta woo the girls somehow, right?) and i eventually left the bass in townsville for my brother to learn on. i haven’t really played for years since then.
however, thanks to my dad once again, we have been re-united! i’m really excited, and hope that this might help pull me out of the rut i’m in with playing music (or, more accurately, not playing).
i don’t care if you’re a magnum, you’re still my friend.
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