An Open Letter To My Neglected Bass Guitar - Jaime Lee

Jaime Lee, I’m so sorry that I’ve let blog addiction get the better of me, I’ve kept you in the corner for far too long and everyone knows that “nobody puts baby in a corner”. I used to stroke your exquisite strings with my flying fingers and feel your polished black skin tucked in tightly by my side – that comfort-contoured figure always kept me coming back for more. The time I’ve spent massaging your fine frets was unlike anything else on earth when coupled with your throaty moans and royal rosewood fingerboard. At a stunningly beautiful 34” you’ll always be the love of my life (besides the wife) and I adore that I could turn you on whenever I wanted – you’d rarely complain, but after I warmed up you didn’t seem to mind, even when I was a little rough on your knobs. Your graphite reinforced maple neck and succulent polyurethane finish felt like silken skin in my palm and your chrome harmony hardware shone like a diamond in the light of the lava lamp. I know that I beat you around a little, but know that when I wrapped you around my shoulders, I truly felt like we could take over the world, one note at a time. You are precision personified, always responsive and flexible with a great set of pick ups. I’ll be back soon baby; I just need to get some things off of my chest, I’ll play with you very, very soon (but not tonight, I’m going out drinking and you know what that’s like).

Take Care of You,
The Boy.

iPod played "George Harrison - While My Guitar Gently Weeps" while posting