I spent one summer as a kid in the moist cement air of the garage learning bass on my mom’s red four string while taking lessons from my dad, but somehow got frustrated and stopped.
A couple years later I picked up guitar, at age 16. And guitar was cool in my eyes — though I had competing feelings that I didn’t need to be cool, that my dad was a guitar player, that I should play something different and that I could change the world on bass.
When I got into guitar something took me over and I began learning everything I could, playing everywhere I could, disregarded all my family and roommates’ noise complaints, rallied bands together, with one called the Jimbos that still talks of getting back together and now I play all the time. I love it.
I’m glad I did not focus on bass, but still feel I could change the world if I had.
To me that feels like being a entrepreneur. Sometimes it doesn’t matter which instruments you use to get to the next step. Plug in and play non stop because that’s the only way you’re going to get there.
— Capt. Ned