I've been a musician for 27 years. Although drums are my first love, bass guitar runs a close second. I've never owned a drumset (I need a house to put it in first) however, I've owned a couple a really nifty basses.
I got my first axe at a pawn shop: a black Yamaha. It worked well and took much abuse for over 15 years before I started having problems with its internal electronics.
For years I dreamed of getting a Dean Flying V. One of my favorite Christian rock bands used them and I though they were cool. I kept pictures of one on my computer screen. I envisioned myself playing it. Well, my dream came true when a friend bought it for me as a late 40th birthday present.
I am thankful for my bass guitar, not because it's a "thing" I wanted, but what playing it has meant. Once I got used to the length of its neck, I felt like I had to bump my playing up a notch or two, and I've been the better for it.
Another thing: I get lots of compliments on my playing, but today's was most meaningful. Before worship service, a young lady came up to me and said that she played bass also (don't hear that from many girls). She thought it was awesome that I (a lady) played bass and that my playing was "cool." She said it encourages her to keep playing. Keep rocking for Jesus, sister!
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