Monthly Archive for October, 2005

Gloom. Doom. Whine. Whine.

My friend Pete told me a few weeks ago that he is quitting the music business. The main reason for this is because of injuries he sustained in a motorcycle accident back in ‘99 (or ‘00). I don’t remember the details of the accident, but I know his right hand was mangled, his larynx was severed, and he suffered some injury to his back– literally crippling his career as a drummer, keyboardist and vocalist. Between you and me, I think this retirement will be short lived. He’s hung in there for awhile and recovered in unexpected ways. He doesn’t speak with much more than a whisper, his hand is falling apart, but he’s in one piece. Still, the drums may be out of the question, but music is a hard thing to quit.

Pete exudes class and integrity. When I am around him I find myself unconsciously trying to be as reserved, knowledgable and capable as he is, which, of course, is not me at all. It’s hard to explain, but even though he is much older than me, he makes me feel even more like a little kid whenever we hang out, like a straggling younger brother trying to keep up with the rest of the big kids. Pete was a big influence on my decision to go to Berklee.

Pete made Berklee seem like it was where I needed to be. Neither he, nor I, knew how unprepared I really was for that leap, but he encouraged me anyway. Berklee isn’t for everyone, and, more to the point, not everyone needs it. But some people grow up in New York City and have a rich music scene there waiting for them and some people grow up in Norfolk, VA and beat their heads against the wall trying to find good music teachers and musicians to work with. Pete made it seem like Berklee was a way out of Norfolk and, God bless him, he made me feel like I belonged there.

So I went. I struggled and I graduated. Now here I am back in Norfolk and wondering what the heck I did wrong.

Apart from making some awesome friends, realizing that I like teaching (but not teaching in music stores) and playing a few fun shows with Jay and Tripp not much has changed in the two years I’ve been back in Norfolk.

Most people know and accept that Hampton Roads is culturally devoid, but, musically speaking, this town is abyssmal. There are about a dozen “top guys” here hording the four or five halfway decent gigs for themselves. There is no recording scene because there aren’t many artists with the money to record and pay a band, but there’s still those same handful of guys hording those gigs too. The Jazz musicians are kind of the same way: not that many gigs, not that many players, and even fewer who are “electric friendly.” Unlike New England, there is very little work for General Business bands, not counting the unfortunate Shore Drive cover band circuit which has been consistently cranking out Cracker, Jimmy Buffet, Sublime and Weezer songs for drunks in backwards baseball hats lost the fog of a quarter life crisis for a couple of decades now.

You tell me that I am bitter and jaded and I wouldn’t argue with you. But, a few weeks ago when I hung out with Pete, I saw my future. I imagined myself coming out of an accident like Pete’s, and the way I would deal with it:

Refusing to let a doctor tell me what to do, I’d keep playing the bass and maybe after a few years, I’d realize that the doctors were right all along. Now, five years have gone by and I’m back a square one, and for what? To play bass in a few bands that went nowhere and did nothing for me financially or creatively. The difference between me and Pete is that I can’t engineer, produce, write songs, surf, or take photos on a professional level. This would require me into take on a miserable 9 to 5 to pay for the student loans I still have to pay for a music education I can no longer use.

The saving grace is that I don’t have to be hit by a car to to realize that I have no future here. I just don’t know how to get out. So, until then, I’m trying to write some songs for the first time in my life and it’s fucking hard.

The Vorpal Sword of Sadowsky

My first decent bass was a black Jackson Concert EX (without the sharkfin inlays or the bound fretboard). It was totally a heavy metal bass. I bought it as a step up from the Epiphone P-Bass copy I had. I played that Jackson bass for a really long time. So long, in fact, that it never even occurred to me to replace it and I ended up, instead, replacing every component on the damn thing (by the time I retired it, it had Grover Tuners, a Leo Quan Bad Ass II bridge and active EMG P-J pickups).

Suffice to say, the Jackson served me well, but I was about to go to college and it was time to move up in the world. I did a lot of window shopping in my favorite music stores, but I was still not seeing the instrument I wanted. Throughout the 1990’s, it seemed that everyone in Hampton Roads was playing “pre-Gibson” Tobias and Roscoe basses. That was the trend. Keith Roscoe makes great instruments but they’re just not for me; too flashy, too many damn knobs and not enough balls.

Fender’s new basses, advertised heavily in the “Daddy’s Home” campaign, were also nice, but just didn’t offer the level of craftsmanship I felt I deserved after paying my dues on that Jackson for all those years. For a while I was scoping out a Candy Apple Red 5-string Jazz Bass, but it just didn’t make me warm and fuzzy inside. I wanted something top-notch but not constructed with a dozen laminates and fifteen kinds of wood. I wanted something simple, vintage in design, but built like a high-end boutique instrument.

Enter Sadowsky Guitars.

I’d first seen Sadowsky’s ads in Bass Player magazine, and thought the basses looked awesome; simple Fender-style designs with impressive options like custom sunburst finishes and figured tops. They also had a Featured Artists list that made my jaw drop: Will Lee, Chuck Rainey, Marcus Miller, Verdine White, Don Was, and Keith Richards??? Maybe I’m wrong, but it seems to me that, when five or size A-List players and producers use instruments made by a certain manufacturer then that company is doing something right. Sadowsky has way more than five or six A-List players preaching their gospel, and they still don’t give these things away to anyone. Not even Keith Richards.

Like many young bassists of the 90’s, I was really into slapping and popping and that mindset affected my judgement at the time. I was pretty positive I wanted a five string bass, but I was having a lot of trouble finding a five that “fit” because many of the basses I checked out were made with the strings very narrowly spaced. This made it difficult for someone with big hands to play comfortably, especially when using a “thumb-and-pluck” slap technique. Sadowsky boasts a five string bass made with the string spacing of a four. This feature definitely peaked my interest.

Sadowsky also enticed me with their two-band active EQ circuit. A lot of people prefer a three-band, but I can never get a good sound with a “mid” knob. A Jazz Bass, to me, has a built-in mid control when you blend the bridge and neck pickups. That bridge pickup offers all the mids you need to cut through a mix and if you don’t believe me, listen to any Jaco album. An extra knob just confuses things for me, how can I be getting the real sound of the bass if it’s going through all of these crazy electronics? Passive single-coil pickups and an active two-band EQ to boost the signal a bit, seemed, to me, like the best of both worlds.

So, my decision was made. I could get exactly what I wanted from Sadowsky. I took some of the meager savings I had set aside for college (hello, FAFSA!) and bought the most expensive school supply ever: a Sadowsky 5-string Standard with a caramel sunburst Swamp Ash body, and a Maple fretboard (”you’ll shoot your eye out, kid!”). Actually, this is a very basic model, no carved top, no rare woods, no special specs or anything– exactly what I wanted. It’s a basic configuration, but that piece of Ash sings. It is a naturally loud bass with a low-mid frequency honk, exaggerated by the raw single-coil Jazz Bass pickups (they are totally noiseless when blended flat). It only weighs 9 pounds and is balanced perfectly. The bass’ light weight has spoiled me; I can’t bring myself to buy another instrument that weighs too much more than that.

SadowskySo here it is. It’s been my main bass since 1998; I’ve played every gig since and endured Berklee College of Music with this bass. Sometimes it just feels like an extra arm or leg that I pull out of a gig back and strap on. I guess that seems weird, but I can’t imagine being in the studio or playing live without it. Ever since I bought this bass, I’ve been dreaming about getting my next Sadowsky, which hasn’t been in the cards lately, but the day will come.

I’m not the kind of player that likes to coddle and baby my instruments. It was made to be played. So, yeah, the neck’s finish is wearing through, there’s dings and scratches all over it, but they are all mine. I know I paid a lot for it, but if I hang it on the wall and don’t play it but once a week because I am afraid some stupid drummer might throw a stick in the air without looking, or some drunk might spill beer on it, or a klutzy singer could knock it off its stand, then it would be spotless, but also worthless. That’s like a buying a Ferrari and not driving it. You gotta drive it, man!!

Whats going on?

I haven’t had the focus to write anything meaningful, lately. I’m working on getting two different jobs right now (well, one or the other). I’m not going to go into any details with that until the time is right. I am into my third week teaching bass at the Governor’s School Jazz Band and having a good time with it, but it’s not a terrible amount of hours and I need something else to do to pay the bills. I’m looking into seeing if I can get more hours by tutoring some of the kids who need help with music theory.

These kids are un-freaking-believable musicians! It is a privilege to be in the room with some of them, even though many of them aren’t even old enough to drive yet. I’ve found myself repeatedly wishing I hadn’t been such a sissy in high school and had grown the balls required to audition and join the program, I think high school would have been different for me if I had. I don’t even remember what I was doing from 1PM to 4PM when I was their age, but I sure as hell wasn’t playing Manteca and a reading down Quincy Jones charts!!! I’m kind of remorseful every time I go in.

I dig the attitude these kids have. It’s not the “I’m better than you” attitude I expected. These students have a burning desire to prove themselves. It’s something I needed to be reminded of.

Despite the being broke problem, I am happier with this situation than I was before I quit teaching at you-know-where. I’m not making a ton of money, and probably won’t ever in my life, but I am living with my dignity and my integrity intact. If I have to get a goofy day job to make ends meet, I am ok with that because I am doing what I love on my own terms.

I’m announcing in advance that my New Year’s Resolution for 2006 is to write and record an album. I’m doing my best to start writing it now. Get some sketches of tunes and then start getting musicians together after Christmas