Santa is bringing the Bear a guitar. I guess her plan for learning to play is to self teach. She is in band after all, and knows what a scale is. Geez. Anyway, I was entertaining the idea of picking up a bass for myself (more my speed artistically and operationally) for S***s and giggles and also as a way to do cool stuff with my kid. One of those learning together things. Or maybe the good intentions are all BS.
Is this a sign of a midlife crisis?
- No, I don’t expect to become a rock star, regardless of what 55 year old Gene Simmons is up to.
- Yes, I would like to claim that I could do something at an MDF reunion besides shriek off key or commit aggravated assault with a mikestand.
- No, this is not a cheap replacement for Corvettes and strippers. It’s not THAT cheap, and even in my old age, I can still recognize a perceptible difference between a convertible, an enthusiastic lap dance and strummin’ a geetar.
I am flip-flopping more than our president on this issue. I have an Xmas bonus to blow, but I also have a spouse whose eyes probably can’t roll back any farther in her head than they do now. OTOH, Guitarworld is having a sale. And, unlike the lizards and fish, this would cost less and can be ignored for extended periods.