Ever since I was a kid, I loved listening to the notes of a bass guitar. I could feel the deep notes down in my soul. My older brother used to play a cool ovation bass when he rehearsed with his friends (back in the day when ALL of the kids had their own “band” and rehearsed in their garages and basements. I used to love going downstairs and watch them (and listen to them) rehearse. They thought they were great, but I don’t think that they ever once managed to get a paying “gig” in their entire “career.” Whenever I see a four piece rock band performing on television, I think about my brother’s band and wonder where all of those friends are now, whether any of them are still trying to play music, and I wonder if they are happy. I hope they are.