Hmm, guess this topic eluded me, somehow.
Well, I started out when I was about 15-16. An old high school friend was playing guitar and wanted to form a band. He suggested that I should try the bass “as it’s so much easier than guitar”, as he put it.
I was completely self taught, since young dumb me had the idea that classical training would never lead you to do something new. Of course I also completely disregarded that I was extremely average in playing and creativity, but such are the follies of youth…
So my training was playing covers of like “Proud Mary” “Bad moon rising” (to this day I still cannot listen to that song) and “House of…”. The band I had fell apart after a few years, since none of us had a drive to do something more.
After that band, I got into another group with some friends, we even managed to play a gig! I was so nervous, but apart from one mistake, I did fairly well. That lasted about a year. The band leader dissolved the band, reformed without me as the drummer wanted to take up bass, and I was deemed of having “very little chance of making it big”.
By then I was a full-blown metalhead with as close to a drinking problem as I could’ve gotten, and I tried getting a metal band together as I did not want to play anything none metal related. I had two basses. Both entry level, one started to suffer from horrible fret buzz due to a warped neck. The other one broke during a rehearsal and at around 20 years old, I gave up my musical dreams.
After that I got married in an extremely toxic relationship that consisted of getting high just to get by, in life. I still wanted to play music, so mid 30’s I bought Rocksmith and a guitar, since I thought I was a horrible bass player, so maybe it was just not the right instrument. That adventure lasted about a month.
Just before my 40’d birthday, I got divorced. Moved from Denmark, to meet a girl in Luxembourg. Fast forward 7 years.
Youtube algorithms can be a weird thing. There started to pop up bass lessons, from various tutors. I watched many but especially one guy struck me as extremely likeable and more important; could seemingly inspire me to think that just maybe, I could actually learn to play the bass, properly.
My wife (we got married last year) has always had the right mix of being realistic and supportive, and so after a few weeks of contemplating, I asked her what she thought of the idea of maybe advancing my birthday a few weeks, and picking up a cheap bass? First thing she said was “sure, but take lessons”. I then explained about Josh and while she was not convinced about the less than personal approach of an online tutor, she said “try it”.
Now, I’m almost done with the course. It’s taken a few months longer, due to a fire in our house, that left me sidelined for about 3 months where bass was only picked up sporadically. But I’m here, and I feel so very motivated and happy with my progress. Will I ever get back into band? No clue, is it on my mind? Sure. But time will tell.
I’ve always been regretful for ruining parts of my life with the wrong people and addictions, (totally clean since I met my new partner) and always punished myself for giving up playing, but now I have the outlook that I’m just happy that I am playing.