Back in the days of my early adulthood, I found myself in various situations that were neither familiar nor followed any known script. Thankfully, I seemed to manage those things without getting suckered too badly and/or causing too much trouble for myself or others. Thus, when I was living in a barracks building and one of the other guys asked me to loan him $100.00 until pay day, I deferred. Lending money to anyone is fraught with danger and in 1983 or 1984, $100.00 was worth quite a bit more than it is today, especially for a junior enlisted guy like I was at the time. A few hours later, the same fellow approached with a different arrangement; I would lend him $100.00 and he in turn would give me his Bass Guitar to hold onto until he paid me back. I looked at the rather nice Gibson Grabber bass complete with road case and said okay.
Now, this guy took that $100.00 and for some reason that was never clear, stole his room mate’s car that night and went UA. He was arrested a few days later some distance away near the border to another state. He never returned to me my $100.00 and I never returned to him his guitar.
Over the ensuing years, I have picked this instrument up and fooled around with it from time to time. I even learned how to plunk along with some easier songs like Louie Louie. It was never serious and for the last twenty or so years, it sat unused in the back of a closet. A few days ago, while cleaning up, I noticed the road case sitting there. A little bit of research reveals that it was made in 1978 at the Gibson Guitar factory in Kalamazoo, MI. As it is in good condition with the original case, appears to be worth a bit of money.
I took some time and cleaned it up. One of the pots was a little scratchy, so I cleaned it with a bit of Deoxit. I took the bridge apart and cleaned it, removed the pick guard and pickups and cleaned those thoroughly.
Being the curious type, I started fooling around with it again. I then found a few Youtube videos on how to play bass. I watched those along with some other learning tools. I began to practice scales. This turns out to be kind of fun. I do remember how to read music, although I would need to brush up on this skill somewhat if I want to become an actual bass player. I purchased a small Fender Amp, a scale chart and a clip on tuner and we are off to the races. I wonder how the electric bass translates to a stand up bass. I could forgo the Rock ‘n Roll experience completely, but if I get good enough, I’d really like to play in a Jazz band. A boy can dream…