And before you ask, I would learn with and without pick. I will go both bass ways. Last year when I got my bonus, I earmarked it for an iPod and a bass guitar and amp from Target (you heard me. Is it weird that the idea of having bought my bass from Target kind of turns me on? I may even decorate it with a bull's eye sticker just to drive the point home). But I chickened out. I was overcome with the same feeling I got when I tried to buy Bop magazine as a preteen. I can't let strangers know that I think boys are cute! I likened it to buying porn. (Side note: which I did only once...a Playgirl...in college...for a friend...and the only reason I could do it was because my brother worked at Barnes & Noble and I delighted in embarrassing him so much so that it cured me of any embarrassment). So when I went to buy my bass I felt like I was buying porn. Because buying it would be displaying to the world an intimate part of me. And Lord knows, that can't happen! Amenities of Room 831: Magazine rack for all my issues. Clean ashtray. And heavy curtains suitable for hiding.
