Being as how most of you know me fairly well, I wouldn't post this on Facebook but some of you can appreciate my chuckle.

So I'm sitting here with a new Bass and trying to think of a safe place to keep it. I have two little girls, 5/9 daughters running around my house and they have a way of getting into things.


Then it clicked! It's also humidity controlled

On a bit of a depressing note, I had a nephew who took up the bass at 15. Within a year he was playing all of the Red Hot Chili Peppers stuff note for note, then mastered Primus and several other 90's era grunge bands.

I played some stuff for him he'd never heard and within minutes was playing it note for note.

He joined a band and they absolutely rocked. The kid was as close to a prodigy as I had ever personally witnessed. He was offered scholarships to quite a few major universities, finished in the top 1% in the nation on his test scores, then began exhibiting some odd behavior. We all thought it was teen angst and didn't think much of it until he told his counselor that the reason he was doing some of these strange things was because these constant voices in his head were telling him to. Say what?

Needless to say this got everyone's attention pretty damn fast and he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. It apparently ran in his family and they thought that his pot usage had triggered it.

The last time I saw him he was in a zombie state and appeared completely emotionless, likely due to his meds. He doesn't play anymore and its literally a crying shame.

Sorry for the downer but it crushed me to see a family member and those that loved him destroyed by this disease. He had such a bright future and it just ripped me apart and I just wanted to get it off my chest.

I have several guitars. Some are treasured. My Grandpa's 1959 Gibson, for example. I have a Washburn, like George Harrison played later on, that belonged to my Dad (big Beatles Fan), and I have my own "lesser" Gibson. I also have a Yamaha and a Takamine that my soon-to-be-ex bought me a long time ago.



My kids know they can hack around on the yamaha and on the takamine, and they know not to fool around with the Washburn and the Gibsons or there will be trouble.



Your solution, while effective, is a bit extreme sir! LOL

On a bit of a depressing note, I had a nephew who took up the bass at 15. Within a year he was playing all of the Red Hot Chili Peppers stuff note for note, then mastered Primus and several other 90's era grunge bands.



I played some stuff for him he'd never heard and within minutes was playing it note for note.



He joined a band and they absolutely rocked. The kid was as close to a prodigy as I had ever personally witnessed. He was offered scholarships to quite a few major universities, finished in the top 1% in the nation on his test scores, then began exhibiting some odd behavior. We all thought it was teen angst and didn't think much of it until he told his counselor that the reason he was doing some of these strange things was because these constant voices in his head were telling him to. Say what?



Needless to say this got everyone's attention pretty damn fast and he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. It apparently ran in his family and they thought that his pot usage had triggered it.



The last time I saw him he was in a zombie state and appeared completely emotionless, likely due to his meds. He doesn't play anymore and its literally a crying shame.



Sorry for the downer but it crushed me to see a family member and those that loved him destroyed by this disease. He had such a bright future and it just ripped me apart and I just wanted to get it off my chest.

On a bit of a depressing note, I had a nephew who took up the bass at 15. Within a year he was playing all of the Red Hot Chili Peppers stuff note for note, then mastered Primus and several other 90's era grunge bands.

I played some stuff for him he'd never heard and within minutes was playing it note for note.

He joined a band and they absolutely rocked. The kid was as close to a prodigy as I had ever personally witnessed. He was offered scholarships to quite a few major universities, finished in the top 1% in the nation on his test scores, then began exhibiting some odd behavior. We all thought it was teen angst and didn't think much of it until he told his counselor that the reason he was doing some of these strange things was because these constant voices in his head were telling him to. Say what?

Needless to say this got everyone's attention pretty damn fast and he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. It apparently ran in his family and they thought that his pot usage had triggered it.

The last time I saw him he was in a zombie state and appeared completely emotionless, likely due to his meds. He doesn't play anymore and its literally a crying shame.

Sorry for the downer but it crushed me to see a family member and those that loved him destroyed by this disease. He had such a bright future and it just ripped me apart and I just wanted to get it off my chest.

Tonight for inspiration I will watch the movie Crossroads. The classical guitar in there just speaks to me.

Steve Vai, not Britney Spears

You might do better with Sting and 10 summoners tails on youtube...for real.

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