The other odd thing this week was my saying goodbye to my double bass. It is now the guest of a music workshop where it should get a lot more use. I haven't played it nearly enough (one gig in five years!) and the new Stick Bass has become weapon of choice; at least at home it has. I've a chance to play the Stick in an upcoming gig and that, my friends, will be a nerve wracking night if I don't feel ready.
But despite the sense and necessity of losing the bass I will missing the beauty of its lines and the sound of its... voice. At least I'll always have the funky nut and bolt bass player sculpture.