I was 14 and in 9th grade. I know it was in September because I was taking my first paycheck from my seasonal potato picking job and using it to buy my first bass. In the small Northern Maine town of Easton, where i grew up, the entire school system took a 3 or4 week break from classes so that the kids could work various jobs on the potato farms that kept our local economy afloat. It was optional to work, of course, but I had been working harvest for a few years. I don’t think that i was very good at the job, but my goal this year was to pick enough barrels so i could by a bass guitar and an amp.
I had been singing for a few years around the house and at church, and had a brief stint as a trumpet player at school, so I was pretty fired up about music as early as I had the chance to try it out, but hadn’t really found my niche. One day that summer, I noticed that there weren’t that many bass players around so I decided that I would become a bass player. The fam didn’t have too much money, so I was going to have to work again this harvest in order to get the stuff I would need.
I decided that I would try to buy my gear used, through the Swap, Buy, and Sell guide. I figured I would need a bass that wasn’t too banged up and looked moderately cool, and an amp that was as loud as I could realistically afford. I remember an ad for a pink bass with distortion pickups that ran for months. I didn’t get that one, but I have to admit, I was definitely curious. I can’t remember what the ad that I responded to said but it was a really heavy jazz bass copy with a natural finish and silver soapbar pickups. It was a Global. I have only seen that brand once since then; in a music store in Nashvegas, TN.
I called the number in the ad, with a little coaching from my dad, and arranged a time to check out the instrument. I handed my dad the phone and he got directions. We drove over there on one of those autumn nights where it’s super cold for the first time in a while and seems to have gotten dark much too early. They lived in Caribou, which in my memory, is 35 minutes or so away from Easton. I was a little nervous when dad and I pulled in the driveway. I didn’t even know any songs. How was I going to know if this was a good bass? Now that I think about it, this may have been one of my first ‘adult’ decisions. Dad didn’t knew less than I did about the subject, so it was up to me. What a proud moment, hold on, I need to cry a little….
Anyway, they were nice people and actually gave me some pointers as I was playing. I think it was a husband and wife who played in a band together. She was the bass player, and she showed me how to pluck with my right hand and told me that alot of bass lines were shaped like ‘L’s. I guess that would be my first lesson! Weird. So anyway, I played some L shapes and it seemed to be a good bass to get started on. It worked when you plugged it in and it looked moderately cool. I gave her 50 bucks and we went home.
While at their house, the lady’s husband told dad how he might be able to make me an amp out of an old stereo. My dad used to save everything, so we had some stereo pieces kicking around in the shed or something. He somehow made me an amp that night and I was in business that very Friday night. It was loud enough to play along with my tape deck, which was what I spent most of my time doing, at first. I knew that I was going to need a little something more if I was going to be in a band, so my next harvest check was going to go to an amp. I’m pretty sure I was in charge of buying school clothes that year, so I was doing some serious math with all the figuring and re-figuring of my budget. It’s amazing how, in hindsight, this seems like such a fertile time in my development. Excuse me, i need to take another moment…
So, I worked another couple of weeks and bought this giant no-brand guitar tube amp for 75 bucks. The people I bought it from told me that it was a bass amp. Other people told me it wasn’t. Today, I would google it and found out. Then, that wasn’t an option. I didn’t care that much. It worked for me. I was on my way to become a bass player. In my head, I was all in. Born into a disfunctional family of limited means, in an area of limited opportunities, it was something I could put my hopes and dreams into. I was going to be a bass player.