There was no just cause for me to be short-tempered with the parking ticket attendant on my way out of Navy Pier this evening. But I gave him a hard time in classic “kick the dog” mode. I was venting my pent up anger from the four hour gig I had just...
When I go to work, I generally leave my bow at home. When it’s time to make the low notes, I don’t bring rosin, a music stand, a music folder or pencils either. I am always the only bass player on the gig – it’s a beautiful thing. Let me say it straight...
