Taking a break from my research assignment that's due in friday and am doing this week having not bothered to do any work in the last 6 months, I decided to re-string my old bass. The bass has no particular merit, it can no longer be played due to being warped and tatty, so I use it to practice stringing and re-stringing, so that when it comes to haveing to re-string my current bass (Nick's) I'll be able to do it with a minimum of fuss.

 

Not quite.

 

It's just as well the old one isn't usable anymore, as in the fourth failed attempt to wind the D-string, the little purple vein on the side of my forehead popped.  I ripped the coil of the string with the pliers and cut it up. I jabbed the pliers into the base of the body a few times until the red mist cleared and I could breathe normally again.

 

It felt good. I'm not one for embodying my anger in physical actions but clearly there's a lot more anger than I know how to handle! Or maybe the D-string just pushed me over the edge. Bastard.

 

So with the bass now rendered fully unusable I decided to take the whole friggin' mess apart. It's a sloppily built bass and it didn't take me long to unscrew everything and detach all glued surfaces. I've seperated the neck from the body and removed the white plate from the body. I figure I'll have a go at re-building it in the summer, should I get bored.

 

So this is just a warning really. If you look like a bass guitar or have strings that cannot be strung, you're likely to piss me off and feel the full force of my pliers and arsenal of screwdrivers.

 

 

....and relax.

 

[Edit, 6pm] And bizarrely, my fan has just commited suicide. It jumped off my book case, hit my stereo on the way down and crashed into the floor. Just as well nothing valuable was damaged.