As of yesterday I am very much looking forward to aquiring my Fathers bass that he used when touring Germany.. Holland and other European destinations in the mid 60s..
He died when I was a nipper.. and out of the few meager possessions that my mum would have liked me to have.. one of the things that she couldn't locate was his fretless bass guitar.. up until now it was considered by us to be lost forever..
I spoke to a guy by email yesterday after a few random acts of chance and coincidence.. to chat about a book he wrote about the era..
He nearly knocked me off my feet by casually informing me that my old mans bass was in his attic.. in it's original case covered in travel stickers from the touring.. my dads girlfriend had left it in his possession shortly after my Dad's passing and he hadn't been sure what to do with it..! It's mine if I want it..
I was more than happy enough to have contacted one of my Dad's old musician mates.. hearing some more about his life will help fill in some gaps for me..
but to then be told that he has what I can only describe as a unicorn in his attic is quite surreal..
photo's etc in due course..