This was a good bass week cause it was a bad bass week.
The good thing is that I’m confident enough now to put away my headphones when playing in the park and play through speakers instead, though not very loud. People passing can hear me, some are having a little chat, which is nice.
It’s my way to overcome my shyness, and it works.
Playing was very ok, also. People could recognize the songs 
BUT: every day I’m being visited by a group of punks. They bring their guitar, and a lot of chaos and noise. But they are great kids … also one of the (very good looking) girls is a gifted bass player, the other (also very good looking) girl is a rapper, doing some really hardcore stuff with explicit lyrics I cannot replicate here. I had to google some words … dude???
They really want to play with me, but I can mostly play from tabs.
It’s not like I can respond to “give me an [insert note here]”, and I can do that without slowly counting strings and frets.
I can also not improvise. Which is a total bummer and disappointing for both the punks and myself.
FRUSTRATING!
Sometimes, other musicians join, and two or more songs are being played in parallel. I feel like grandpa on the porch, surrounded by hyperactive kids.
It makes me dizzy.
A few days ago, a guy with a Ukulele joined. He’s a guitar player, but uses the Ukulele “on the road”. Also he could play my bass instantly.
He came over cause, he heared me playing and was under the impression that we could jam. Which we couldn’t.
I felt paralyzed.
F#ck!
Yesterday, a really good bass player was playing on the other side of the bushes. I mean like @Gio good. I was so embarresed that I put away my speaker and played through the headphones.
But his playing was so magnetic that I went and peaked carefully through the bushes, not to be seen, and he was sitting on a camping chair with a little speaker.
Just like me!
But he was lightyears away from anything I will be able to play in my remaining life time (which is way too short).
It felt humbling, and I was happy that he didn’t see/hear me and come over, being utterly disappointed with me not being able to jam with him.
So, what’s good:
- This park is a musician’s park. Love it!
- I can play when people are around, but not when I get attention, especially from musicians.
- I am ready to learn specific notes on the fretboard - but how to learn?
- I am ready to improvise and play along - but how to learn?
For me that’s a big step, as playing to tabs 90% of the time was deeply satisfying for me … and now it feels like kid’s stuff. Only that kids can play better!
EDIT
A little bonus: I motivated one guy my age to pick up the bass, as “YOU GOTTA LEARN AN INSTRUMENT BEFORE YOU DIE!” and helped another ex-guitar player who had a few fingers paralyzed due to a stroke to select a bass guitar, as this will be easier for him to play with his handicap.
That park is magic!