Walking in Bb

What kind of mess have I gotten into this time?Okay, I’m going to jump into some bass playing jibber jabber this month. You’ve been warned early. This subject doesn’t bode well for reader demographics. How many bass players are out there reading this? I’m talking...

War Whooping to the Oldies

The ear buds were jammed tight into my ears. The first pulsing beats of “Dusty Miller” pounded their way into my brain. That songs always grabs me. I was off and running. Not a brisk jog, mind you. I was whooping and hollering on a dead run launching off little hills...

War Whooping to the Oldies

The ear buds were jammed tight into my ears. The first pulsing beats of “Dusty Miller” pounded their way into my brain. That songs always grabs me. I was off and running. Not a brisk jog, mind you. I was whooping and hollering on a dead run launching off little hills...

Was it really there?

Was it really there? Guest Column from Gene Bach Friday, July 31, 2009 Have you ever had the feeling you weren’t alone? When you’re walking along a moonlit path, or in places where the sun isn’t able to penetrate a tangled web of branches on its’ quest to reach the...