spontaneous expressions of mediocrity
Twenty years ago on this day, my parents gave me a shinny, black electric bass guitar. The year was 1986. I was 13 years old.
Today the bass is just as important to me as it was that day. It’s my voice, and I wouldn’t want to imagine my life without it. This year I plan on making huge strides in my playing. When you tell people that you’ve been playing for 20 years, they sort of expect you to kick ass.
Not just sort of