R.I.P My Beloved 4 String Friend


The sickening slap of wood and metal against concrete is still ringing in my head.

I just stared in disbelief. There it was; my beautiful custom Warwick Thumb Bass lying face down on the floor. It's neck broken, snapped at the headstock.

It was my own stupidity that had caused this tragedy. As I was putting it away in it's gig bag after practice last night, I got distracted by conversation, and a strong need to pee. When I got back from doing my business and slung the bag over my shoulder to leave with the rest of the band, I didn't realize that I hadn't zipped the bag up and my bass flew out at full force.

It hard to describe the personal connection one makes with their instrument. It's more than a valuable possession. It be comes part of you. It the conduit through which imagiation and emotion become real.

I've had this Bass since February 14 of 1991. We've been trough alot together. I bought it from my first real bass teacher and good friend Jac Kulp one of the best Bassists on the planet (who has since vanished of the face of the Earth)

So now I don't know what I'm going to do. My home owners insurance won't cover it and I don't have $4,000 to replace it. I'm thinking of contacting Warwick in Germany to see if there is ANY way to fix it, but I really don't think there is..... 
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Posted by PunkAss at 9:27 AM