It's the mid 80s and this fresh-faced callow youth -- believe it or not I [i]was[/i] young once -- was at the Bass Centre in Wapping (RIP, what a place that was back then) trying out a forest of basses and trying to decide what to blow a bank loan on. I'd pretty much narrowed it down to a choice between a Jaydee Roadie 2 (well it was the 80s after all) and a beautiful Pangborn Warlord, but all the while there had been this big guy with dreads down to his arse and a completely bizarre Jazz (fretless, entirely pink with gold hardware and a big brass slap plate in the end of the neck, sounded amazing) who had been thundering away all afternoon on a series of amps. After a while he came over and asked if I'd mind giving him a second opinion. Sure, says I, what on? He told me he was after a big touring rig and couldn't decide between a gigantic Peavey stack and an equally gigantic Trace stack. He liked them both, the Peavey had a certain [i]something[/i] about the sound that the Trace didn't, and vice versa, and what did I think? "See" he says, "the Trace sounds like this…" {cue massive avalanche of notes} "but when I do it with the Peavey…" {cue similar massive avalanche of notes} "see what I mean? There's something different about it. Is it a good different? What do you reckon?". Blimey, I thought, quite honestly it all sounds feckin awesome bearing in mind that at the time, my amp was a 100 watt Phoenix PHA1 hybrid thing with a really crap 4x12 cab but I had to admit that on balance the Peavey actually better suited the sound of his Jazz. He thanked me for my help and honesty, and then invited me to jam. So I fumbled along a bit, doing little more than laying down root notes for him to solo blisteringly over, just enjoying watching him play. There was something amusing about the contrast of such a big intimidating-looking guy with such a girly-coloured** bass, I think that's probably what he was aiming for. He really was a smashing chap though, but I never learned his name.
Went home, thought no more of it, ended up buying my Wal at a local music shop rather than taking out said loan for the Warlord.
Some months later, there's a music show on the telly The Tube I think? and there's a fella called Terence Trent D'Arby being introduced to the nation. And who's there behind him, brandishing a bright pink bass? Yup. Turns out his name was Cass Lewis.
** no offence intended whatsoever