Though there may be quite a bit more bassists out there than let’s say accordion players, in comparison to guitarists, drummers, and pianists there are relatively few of us. This has led to an interesting phenomenon which occurs whenever a bassist meets another bassist.
Now bass players are generally by nature somewhat quieter than their fellow band mates and pretty used to disrespect and disregard by both musicians and laypeople so when they meet another of the same species there is an instant connection. It does not matter what type of bassist they are or how long they’ve been playing. All that matters is that they don’t have to worry about the judgment of others for once in their musical careers.
Non-bassists have no idea how refreshing it is to talk to someone from the same musical family. It is almost like meeting an old friend. Upon encountering another tamer of the low frequencies it is customary that first you have to talk about your bass collection, amplifier rig and pedals. Only once these formalities are finished you get into the real nitty-gritty. We are known to talk for hours about technique, bass icons or how they wish guitarists would stop peacocking around the stage like they musically important or something like that. And believe me; we don’t get to talk about this kind of stuff almost ever. Whatever happens in this conversation there will be a deep connection between both parties involved, even if you never meet again.
I was not consciously aware of this phenomenon until it was brought to my attention by an anecdote from Stewart Copeland’s autobiography. In this story Copeland describes events similar to what I described every single time Sting encountered another bassist. I’ve had other musicians point out the same thing.
Only a few months ago one of my friend’s bands was practicing at my house and they had brought in a new bassist who was sitting in for a show or two while theirs was away. I ran into him just they were leaving and after giving his bass a test drive we ended up talking about Les Claypool, pedals and technique for a good three hours. Bear in mind I had never met him or seen him before in my life, but were able to become almost instantaneous friends.
Until next time give Les and Stewart a listen: