Who the heck is J.T. and why am I apologizing to him? Read on...
Next month will mark an auspicious occasion for me. It will have been exactly 25 years since I played my first rock band gig in a venue that was big enough to have not only a PA, but a backline as well. I was 14 years old, and I had been to a my first rock concert less than a year before (Asia). I was, of course, not playing bass then. In fact, it was a year before MIDI came around and completely ruined my life.
My bass player at the time was J.T. We were in almost all of the same classes together, and we attended the same geeky extracurricular activities together. Anyway, we played Rush, Genesis, etc. Not prog, just classic rock (although it wasn't classic yet). J.T. had been playing for about a year.
And all he would do all day was talk about gear and music theory. Don't get me wrong, we partied hard, went to science fairs and competed in debate and math contests (shut up), all the regular high school stuff. But he was always talking about frequency response, biamping, modes, Jaco, etc. And I listened with half an ear. I had been playing piano for quite a while, and I sightread (better than I do now, that's for sure), but I was more interested in synth patches than crossovers.
So I nodded in the right places. When he talked about proper intonation, my eyes would glaze over because my DX7 didn't need to be intonated. A year later, when he switched to fretless, intonation, growl and scale length were the topics of choice...and I didn't really listen. "Uh huh" I'd say as I pulled my one hitter out of my parachute pants. I laughed internally as his strap got shorter and shorter as he got better and better.
By the time senior year came around, were weren't playing together anymore, but he had become a MONSTROUS fretless player. He was in an incredible alternative pop band, and the talent and integrity that made up the band was palpable. They still play to this day.
College came and we went our separate ways.
About 5 years ago, I came to find out that we were nearly neighbors. We both had babies, and we jammed one night, and he was still talking gear and theory. It fatigued me in a way, and for one reason after another, we failed to meet again. Then I moved to NW Indiana.
So a couple years ago, as documented on this forum from the inception, I got the idea that I'd take up playing bass. Not root/5, but really playing bass. So I got my Ed Friedland book, and I started to take lessons with a local jazz monster (
HIS LINK ). I've practiced every moment that I've had available.
And here it was. All that information that J.T. had dispensed to me that I now, at nearly 40, was going to have to learn. Every single new technical and musical concept I was being exposed to was already vaguely familiar because of historical osmosis. The waste of years and my incredible impolite spurning of someone's generously offered knowledge base made me ashamed and intensely depressed. Honestly, boys and girls, it was a low, low moment.
I sent J.T. an email admitting my behavior and expressing my true gratitude and sincere admiration a few months ago, and he simply didn't respond. I was hoping for more communication, but I can't blame him for his non-reaction...probably the classiest thing he could do while being angry, hurt and betrayed. So I'm writing this on my favorite forum as a bit of an atonement.
Learn from everyone who's willing to teach, either overtly or by example. There's no time to not do so. Become an information junkie in the truest sense of the expression. The ironic thing is that I AM an information jumkie, but I failed to see the wealth of information in front of me. Listen, listen, listen...and then ask for more.
And as I try to coax and cajole my errant pinky into actually fretting a non=buzzing note, I will sadly think "J.T. would know how to make this easier for me".
Sorry for the rant.