Hi all!
Once I found this great forum I thought I'd share with you guys as well. A bit long I know...
As a kid I started playing saxophone. Many years went by in brass orchestras. When I first joined a rock band it didn't take long before we cooperatively agreed the band needed as bass player more than a sax player. I borrowed an old bass and immediately fell in love with the instrument.
After a few year in the late 80s with a very oddly shaped and thick necked Martin & Co electric bass (any of these still around?) I finally got around to buying my dream bass, a new -90 black SR4, black pickguard with rosewood board. Spent 4 years with nearly a gig a week having so much fun. Never tried any other bass like this.
In 1994 I found out that university and intense musical adventures did not match and I had to get a day job. The other band members also left university and moved back to their home towns - the Mayflower Street Band was no more. As it happened I started a family at that time as well and this together with the new apartment in another town, needed cash.
Going through our inventory, we had to take the painful decision to put an ad in the newspaper for my dear Stringray.
The sale went through and I almost wept when the young man left my apartment with my Bass in his hand.
The years went by, the family grew bigger, we moved around, went abroad for a few years, had a farly successful professional career in a business very much not music related. Never did I forget the music and the pain of letting go of my bass only grew bigger over time.
Some time ago I was asked by a couple of collegues of my wife, if I could fill a vacant position in their newly formed band. A was a bit hesitant at first, but could of coarse not resist; borrowed a bass and had a go.
The audition went very well and we all went away from the session happy. I was now in a band again. But I had to get hold of an instrument. Most of my spare time was spent checking out what local stores and ads had to offer. Nothing could be found that even closely resembled the black Stingray. Not within my budget anyway.
A few weeks later I happened to visit another town and followed my, now normal , procedure of browsing all music stores, when it suddenly happened.
There, on the wall, I saw something interesting. A black Stingray, black pickguard, rosewood...I had to take a closer look. "- We just got it in", the salesman standing next to me said.
The feeling! Every dent! Every scratchmark! Small marks from the hipshot detuner. IT HAD TO BE IT! MY STINGRAY! 8 years later! After double checking the serial number I was sure.
Do you think I bought it?
/umax who will never ever sell gear again
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Originally Posted by bovinehost
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