I grew up, like most latter generation Mexicans, with Motown, oldies, and doo-wop playing non-stop in the house. If you check out my phone you'd see, sprinkled among the Frank Turners and Beatles, old school Stevie Wonder, some Platters, Marvin Gaye, Supremes, etc.
It's sad to think Motown leaving Detroit was just the precursor of things to come for that town.
Imagine an adolescent kid playing bass in a rock band trying to emulate the big bass sounds of a James Jamerson. I was a really bad, horrible imitation of Sr. Jamerson but, in a shitty garage band it still sounds really fucking good.
I haven't touched my bass to play in... fuck... I really don't know.
Everyone is bringing guitars and mandolins and fuckall else on the Salty Dog cruise in March, maybe I'll invest in a cheap acoustic bass and bring it along.
Of course, that means I have to practice.
PS The other day I was watching a streaming Emily Barker concert and she mentioned how she'd becomes somewhat obsessed with Sister Rosetta Tharpe lately. To the point where she wrote a song about her. I fell even more in love with Miss Emily at that moment. I've posted Sister Rosetta before but, you need to revisit her.
This right here is rock-n-roll being born.