I was browsing a tiny local music shop the other day and in the window i saw an old 70s defretted, no name Japanese P copy, on sale for £75.
Being curious i had to have a go. The experience was,, Weird to say the least.
The bass was perfect, it crackled slightly, but what do you expect from an old £75 bass?
It was for the simple reason that my fingers had no boundaries, no frets to stop me. For a few moments i was in awe, but coupled with the love of this new found freedom but also a dislike for change. It was a completely different animal. I regretting putting it back. So I'm going to finally retrieve it next weekend!
Thanks,
Sam