adouglas
Well-known member
On New Year's Eve I went to my favorite local bar (great place, very low-key, kind of like the perfect living room). One of the regulars had brought a guitar, and the owner's husband had his out. They were messing about with old country tunes (Johnny Cash, etc.).
I got to talking to them and told them I'm a bass player. Offered to pop home and fetch my gear, but as it turned out there was an acoustic bass guitar in the back, so they pulled it out. A Dean, with terribly high action.
Had a blast plunking away, but had to play REALLY hard to be able to hear anything at all. After 20 minutes or so I noticed that I had a pair of monster blisters on the fingertips of my plucking hand!
"Got any Band-Aids?"
"Nope..."
"How about duct tape?"
"Sure, we've got some of that."
"Perfect!"
Fortunately they appear to have drained already, but the skin is still separated. Hope they heal up soon...I need to practice urgently for an upcoming audition.
I got to talking to them and told them I'm a bass player. Offered to pop home and fetch my gear, but as it turned out there was an acoustic bass guitar in the back, so they pulled it out. A Dean, with terribly high action.
Had a blast plunking away, but had to play REALLY hard to be able to hear anything at all. After 20 minutes or so I noticed that I had a pair of monster blisters on the fingertips of my plucking hand!
"Got any Band-Aids?"
"Nope..."
"How about duct tape?"
"Sure, we've got some of that."
"Perfect!"
Fortunately they appear to have drained already, but the skin is still separated. Hope they heal up soon...I need to practice urgently for an upcoming audition.