A Description

I remember getting my first bass when I was a young lad. It's a really exciting moment to get something new, something foreign to what you know like a new instrument. It was beautiful. Or that's what I believed. Right out of the box it had the smell of polish. It was colored a shade of sky blue, with two knobs on the front, one for volume, the other for tone. The strings ran across the dark colored pickups, with the pickups being characterized by the tiny silver point of metal that absorbs the noise made by the vibrating strongs. The fretboard was a dark cherry color. Every fret was made evident by the metal separators that give them their own sound. The head of the guitar had four knobs, one for each string used for tuning. The bright silver strings had a red coil that ran around the knobs. The top part of the body was longer then the bottom. It stuck out for the sole purpose of holding the strap. Or just to look awesome. The bass lacked imperfection. Everything on it was pristinely made, with no peril of doubt. The strings made a low, soft, and jazzy tone when plucked. The noise was so smooth that I'm almost certain it could make a grown man cry. Don't get me wrong, this bass wasn't even close to top of the line, but that was no matter. At the age of ten, anything new is something to behold with the highest honor.