wHEN THE MUSIC GETS ALL INTENSE AND U CAN’T FIND THE ENEMY
Thought I’d share this with you guys it’s a very home hitting subject, views?
I love my Fender Jazz bass. No one will ever own one as beautiful. Purely because this is my Fender Jazz bass. I’ve beaten it, I’ve drilled holes in it, it’s scratched to fuck, it’s been submerged fully in water, it’s been used and worn. The way my arm has polished the satin to a shine and worn down to the bare wood. Only time will tell the significance of our violent relationship..The way every scratch and dink reminds me of a moment in it’s life where I would shout “Fuck! Not again..”
No one will ever own a Fender Jazz as special as mine, because I bought this with the money my dad left me when he died. Every time I pick it up, It reminds me of better times.
An instrument is what you make it. Not what the instrument makes you.-CJ