I got my bass back yesterday. They did a good job. My Friend of Misery sounds much better now. I spent like 2 hours in bed with it practicing. It’s sitting on my lap right now as I do this blog. I love thinking about playing my bass, what I don’t like so much is how discouraged I feel when I actually play it.
Me and my small weak fingers. I know I just need to practice a lot. Like a lot a lot. I heard Cliff Burton use to practice like 6 hours a day. and I just finished Kurt Cobain’s book where he goes off about practicing 5 hours a day. I can barely get one hour in.
Now, I’m not trying to be a rock star I just want to play bass. I want to be able to walk into a guitar store, pick up a bass and start playing and people will say “oh, it’s a chick bass player,” like for someone to call me a bass player. Anyway, I can’t get discouraged now that I’ve spent so much money on my bass. We really need to bond. I haven’t even named it yet. It’s a boy bass, that’s all I know. Plus, as I’m sure everyone’s noticed by now, my bass is all I can talk about. 🙂
EDIT* : Hey, I just had a breakthrough in the ongoing battle between my index finger and the fret board. There’s hope for me yet.
Quote from the Learn to Play Bass with Metallica book:
“It’s [about] maturing, and not worrying about playing so many notes. It’s like if you’re a bass player, play the bass.” – Jason Newsted
I think I should buy his doll now so I can look at it when I practice. I could put it on my amp.