Al sold his bass yesterday.

He didn't need money - He wasn't being one of those starving artists that had to sell their instrument to pay rent to eat for a week...and then buy it back again once the next gig came around.

We need the room.

But it made me think back to when we first met.

Once night while we were hanging out, I asked him about the blue bass in the corner of his room. (this was maybe our third date). He had no amp, but picked it up and corrected me gently when I referred to it as a guitar.

He strummed a few chords, and I could almost imagine him in a group of long hair musicians playing in a garage somewhere, rocking the foundations of the house as they played.