The Ampeg and I traveled through Pennsylvania, Maryland, and Virginia playing gigs, and we had a blast doing it.
Once we were playing an outdoor concert at some college in North Virginia. It was a moment in time; this was where our lead guitarist Gary Uri got his song “Virginia on a Sunday.” I had a pretty girl on my arm and I was sure we’d be the best band on the two day venue. Best of all, we were up last so the possibility existed we could own the gig if we were up to the job.
A guy saw me tuning up, and came over claiming my beloved Ampeg Violin bass was stolen. He was able to convince me his claim was genuine.
I told him sadly I didn't want stolen gear but I needed an ax. He handed me a very souped up Fender Jazz Bass. I was sad but felt I'd done the right thing.
An hour later we played the last formal show of the two day concert. It was a dream gig; we sounded great and the crowd loved us. Just before I went back on stage for an all bands jam that cat came back and handed me the Ampeg. He said the Jazz Bass had sounded good and I'd been straight with him so he wanted me to have the Ampeg. That was a pretty cool guy.
The funny thing as it turned out; I ended up jamming with a band called Howdy Doody for the last set of the day. I ended playing their bass man's Ampeg Dan Armstrong Plexiglas bass like Bill Wyman had been using. And heavy as it was, did I feel cool playing that thing! Unlike the Howdy Doody boys I wasn’t naked though; I never did like cool aid!
Talbot
Once we were playing an outdoor concert at some college in North Virginia. It was a moment in time; this was where our lead guitarist Gary Uri got his song “Virginia on a Sunday.” I had a pretty girl on my arm and I was sure we’d be the best band on the two day venue. Best of all, we were up last so the possibility existed we could own the gig if we were up to the job.
A guy saw me tuning up, and came over claiming my beloved Ampeg Violin bass was stolen. He was able to convince me his claim was genuine.
I told him sadly I didn't want stolen gear but I needed an ax. He handed me a very souped up Fender Jazz Bass. I was sad but felt I'd done the right thing.
An hour later we played the last formal show of the two day concert. It was a dream gig; we sounded great and the crowd loved us. Just before I went back on stage for an all bands jam that cat came back and handed me the Ampeg. He said the Jazz Bass had sounded good and I'd been straight with him so he wanted me to have the Ampeg. That was a pretty cool guy.
The funny thing as it turned out; I ended up jamming with a band called Howdy Doody for the last set of the day. I ended playing their bass man's Ampeg Dan Armstrong Plexiglas bass like Bill Wyman had been using. And heavy as it was, did I feel cool playing that thing! Unlike the Howdy Doody boys I wasn’t naked though; I never did like cool aid!
Talbot