Introducing Philo...

Typical. The weekend my mammy and daddy sod off to Rome and leave me the run of the house, and thus the big computer, the internet starts really playing up. It's really really slow when it's working at all, so if I'm not about, you know why.

Today, I went and did something v.v. cool. I went all the way to the old town part of Stevenage to a shop called Coda Music and bought myself a Fender Squier Jazz Bass. It's beautiful and black and fabulous and I'm in love with the damn thing. Needless to say, it had been christened Philo practically before I got it out of the shop.

I did have to carry it all the way home, however, and when in a box it's really quite heavy. All the way to the train station turned out to be quite a long bloody way so that when the train got me back to town, I cried off like a baby and got a taxi instead of the bus.

With my bass, I am reminded of a moment some 10 years ago now (roughly speaking) when I was in a guitar group for my guitar teacher. He picked what I imagine were his 'best' pupils and put them together in a group which met for 1/2hr every week and then performed at the music centre's mini-recital things. I was the least able (but also the youngest) member of the group and so usually played the bass parts to the pieces we played. I remember one day being given a new piece to start on. I was the bass part as usual, and it was, like most classical guitar songs, Spanish/Latin in origin. And I sat there playing it, realising it sounded pretty good, and realising that I wouldn't mind doing this forever.

So perhaps I shall after all. Philip Lynott has given me so much since I first bought Jailbreak so long ago... and now he might just have given me back a crazy little dream I once had. Love you, Philip.

And man, I went to get a bottle of Coke earlier and didn't bother untangling myself from Philo Teh Bass. Caught side of myself in the mirror above the fireplace. Now, I thought my shiny gold guitar looked cool, but I'm practically Suzi Quatro already with this monstrous bass. Now, to learn to play it. Buckle up, we're in for a bumpy ride.

Introducing Philo...

Typical. The weekend my mammy and daddy sod off to Rome and leave me the run of the house, and thus the big computer, the internet starts really playing up. It's really really slow when it's working at all, so if I'm not about, you know why.

Today, I went and did something v.v. cool. I went all the way to the old town part of Stevenage to a shop called Coda Music and bought myself a Fender Squier Jazz Bass. It's beautiful and black and fabulous and I'm in love with the damn thing. Needless to say, it had been christened Philo practically before I got it out of the shop.

I did have to carry it all the way home, however, and when in a box it's really quite heavy. All the way to the train station turned out to be quite a long bloody way so that when the train got me back to town, I cried off like a baby and got a taxi instead of the bus.

With my bass, I am reminded of a moment some 10 years ago now (roughly speaking) when I was in a guitar group for my guitar teacher. He picked what I imagine were his 'best' pupils and put them together in a group which met for 1/2hr every week and then performed at the music centre's mini-recital things. I was the least able (but also the youngest) member of the group and so usually played the bass parts to the pieces we played. I remember one day being given a new piece to start on. I was the bass part as usual, and it was, like most classical guitar songs, Spanish/Latin in origin. And I sat there playing it, realising it sounded pretty good, and realising that I wouldn't mind doing this forever.

So perhaps I shall after all. Philip Lynott has given me so much since I first bought Jailbreak so long ago... and now he might just have given me back a crazy little dream I once had. Love you, Philip.

And man, I went to get a bottle of Coke earlier and didn't bother untangling myself from Philo Teh Bass. Caught side of myself in the mirror above the fireplace. Now, I thought my shiny gold guitar looked cool, but I'm practically Suzi Quatro already with this monstrous bass. Now, to learn to play it. Buckle up, we're in for a bumpy ride.