Hi,
What a long, strange trip it’s been! Music has been a huge part of my life from the time I saw the Beatles live on the Ed Sullivan Show. Like many others, I didn’t have a clue of what they were doing, but I KNEW I wanted to do that!
I have played guitar since I bought my first crappy nylon-string no-name when I was 14. I taught myself from a Mel Bay book and gravitated to playing rhythm guitar, mainly because I didn’t have a clue how to play lead. I jammed with a lot with fellow clueless buds and had a great time doing it.
Then, when I was 16 and a lot more proficient than when I started, I experienced an industrial accident while operating a massive ditching machine. My dad had a utility construction company (we laid huge water and sewer pipes for subdivisions and city water departments). That was when I got the fingertips of my left hand crushed as they passed between what was essentially a huge bicycle chain and gear. I don’t recommend it. Hurt like a bastard and crushed my dream of playing guitar ever again.
Three weeks after surgery and removal of over 200 stitches, I was despondent. A buddy of mine came by to see how I was doing. I said, “What do you think? Look at this! Goddamn, man, all I ever wanted to do was play the guitar!” He took a beat and, as only an optimistic kid could do, he said three words that changed my life for the better: “Have you tried?”
Stunned, I reached over to my first electric guitar, another no-name made in Yapipi or some damn place. The strings were old, very dirty and the action was somewhere-in-the-stratosphere high. My new fingertips on my left hand were very new and understandably sensitive, and I learned I would have to arch my hand over the neck in order to reach all the strings. So I did. And I gingerly fingered an E chord. Damn, that hurt! It felt like fingering hacksaw blades, but I persisted. I strummed downward and heard a dirty E chord. It wasn’t pretty, but IT WAS THERE.
Since that day, I went on to play and write a ton of songs. I was a rhythm player, and a good one.
Fast forward: I eventually majored in Music Theory & Composition in college, learning piano (enough to get by in theory classes) and playing alto and tenor sax as my principal instrument. I dropped out before graduating because I didn’t want to play sax or be a teacher. Guitar was still my love.
Now to the bass. I had a beautiful Rick back in the day, but no idea how to play it. Years later, I bought a Danelectro Longhorn short scale and played in a band for a while. I made it through classic rock tunes OK, but I was nothing to write home about. I longed to play much better, but I didn’t know how to get there. Kinda like I never learned how to play lead guitar, for the same reason. I figured some folks just naturally had it in their genes, or jeans. 
It’s been a lot of years since I owned a bass. But I own several luthier-made six-string guitars. I even had an online magazine for acoustic aficionados called Acoustic Player Magazine. I used to travel across the country to do video interviews with many of the top luthiers. It was great fun, but it didn’t pay the bills.
Now I am on a mission to fulfill my dream to learn to play the bass. I studied with some great music teachers in college, so I know one when I see one. Josh is the real deal. Believe me, I “auditioned” most of the online instructors. Most are fine-ish, but they didn’t ring my bell. I dig how Josh keeps things entertaining while he slips in valuable information. That, my friends, is an art. And art is what I’m after - in my learning, playing and relationships.
That’s who I am and why I’m here.