At 14, I painted apartments and breezeways, mowed the grounds, and did any number of jobs at an apartment complex--for $1 an hour. 1976. I worked hard in 95 degree weather, oppressive humidity. All to buy my first bass--and an amp whose speaker blew within a couple of months. The Bass was a short scale Savoy like the one pictured below. I was so proud of it. A year and a half later, my dad saw how much I'd learned and got me a Fender Telecaster and a Bassman 50 stack. That Savoy, though, made my heart beat so fast. I sat down with the Revolver album and learned "Got to Get You into My Life." The second song I learned to play was "Country Roads"--that song taught me so much about music in general. I was walking with it to meet a friend to jam with, and the neighborhood bully, twice my size, grabbed it away from me and wouldn't give it back. My heart sank. I pleaded with him for twenty minutes, and once he'd shown me that he could keep it if he wanted, he handed it back to me. I felt such relief and went on to the jam session.