May as well hang onto it that happens in practice imagine the bite a gig is going to take out of it.
First MM bass I ever seen was a SUB hanging on the wall. That thing had dings all over it and played really well. I asked how come it was so beat up and the girl at the shop said gigged.
Just think of the wild tale you could tell about how the bongo took the hit to save your life.
You need a better story. Something involving a biker bar, flying glass, lacerations and blue-clad enforcers of the law.
"So this big ol' boy, musta been a 300-pounder, with missing front teeth, a junkyard-dog expression and a stink that'd make a maggot puke was comin' at the stage and I can tell you, he was lookin' fer blood. I bleeb he thought I was giving his woman the eye...I don't know. First I turned up all the knobs on my Bongo to 11 and zapped him with a rapid-fire string of 32nd-note triplets at 120 dB. That staggered him, but he kept comin'. So I unslug the bass, flipped it up into the air, grabbed it by the neck and laid him out with a swing that woulda made Barry Bonds proud. I'm not sure what took the chip out of the finish, but I think it was the plate in his head...."