I searched all of Nashville Tn for a few weeks (March 1998) and finally found the perfect bass at Rock Block.
After 12 years, (some with many hours of practice and some years with darkness so black that I did not even touch a bass or guitar) I am back in love and desperately trying to save my life with music.
So straight out of the swamps of the deep south, Ken eventually acquired the swamp ash and maple needed to create my bass. After a little photography and testing, the bass eventually made it to me in what seems like destiny.
I found my number 1.
