In the late 70s I worked for a 'mom and pop' (the BEST kind) music store. It had changed owners from an older couple to a very smart young man, and was going from reeds and marching corps business to Les Pauls, Strats, and we were riding the beginning of the era when Hartley Peavey turned hundreds of these style dealers into millionaires. It was like the first time I saw a Series One XK-E Jaguar: Everything else was an automobile, THIS was a CAR.
We cleaned out lots of old stock. They had a file cabinet with bunches of catalogs and brochures, where I found a pricelist and a few slicks from ALEMBIC. After the prices knocked me silly, the pictures killed me. I had never seen ANYTHING like this, and as I read through it, it was obvious these guys had gone from chemical rockets to warp drive.
That image of a maple topped fourstring Series Point literally burned itself into my mind. I truly felt like it was hypnotic suggestion. I felt like Roy Neary in 'Close Encounters', it's a wonder I didn't start pushing mashed potatoes into a point shape!
In late 70s oil patch East Texas (I could see refineries at the end of the street) this was some impossibility, surely available only to monied, pony-tailed and tye-dyed guys in vintage Mercs driving around Mill Valley . . . a while later I heard 'School Days', saw Greg Lake play one at a Houston concert, saw pictures of JPJ with Zeppelin, and it only added to the exotic mystery and impossibility of these things.
It's no wonder I could NEVER get excited about a Fender, no matter how good: WHY would ANYONE drive a Ford if you could somehow have a Ferrari?
The neckthru Yamahas became the surrogate: At least a little of the same concepts and they weren't common in those days. I HATED having the same thing as most other people. People who DON'T want to show off a little make me nervous!
All those years later, I found the BigRedBass. I felt like I'd finally climbed the Devil's Tower and was leaving on the mothership.
Only to find that ultimately it owns me, instead of the other way around. And it's built by some of the nicest people in the world who've become friends to me. This truly is the rarest of cases where a long-time daydream has turned out better than I could have ever hoped for in my wildest dreams.
And Honda thinks THEY have the power of ideas!
J o e y