I picked up bass after my high school band broke up and I decided I might as well learn to do everything myself. Now, most 16-year-old kids--normal 16-year-old kids--if their parents are out of town for the weekend, will throw a massive party. Not me. I went bass shopping--with my own hard-earned grocery bagging money, mind you. And I carelessly left the box sitting in the kitchen, and my folks came home a day early and got inexplicably pissed off. I've never quite understood what my dad wants or expects me to spend my money on, but clearly it isn't more guitars.
At the time, this Samick was what I chose. For the $200 range, it felt and sounded good, and while it's kind of derivative of that faux-Warwick aesthetic, I like to think it's not hideous.
This year, one of my New Year's resolutions was to learn to enjoy playing bass. Previously it was just something I picked up whenever I needed to record a bass track. And once I realized that playing bass only bored me because I'd been writing boring bass lines, it worked out pretty well. It also made me want a different bass. I've always loved the look and sound of a p-bass, but I look like a six-year-old playing one. I resigned myself to the fact that it wasn't going to happen and ended up falling in love with the neck on the Bronco bass anyway once I started looking around. Plus the Bronco gave me a beater that I could use to learn to mod without worrying about screwing up something rare, expensive, or sentimental. I wired it up all by myself with a red Lace Sensor, and it's getting a refin in the spring.
