Maybe there is a God. Things may have taken an interesting turn. Maybe not ... but perhaps.

Well, before I get into that, I should relate the most interesting events of the day. First and foremost ... I talked to Carmen today and she has, indeed, asked me to play in a band. Apparently she knows someone who may be willing to sink some money into equipment. Whether she means P.A., lights, instruments or recording equipment, or a combination of these, I have no idea, but it is an interesting idea anyway. Playing, I mean.

She asked me whether I wanted to play bass or guitar, and I initially told her bass, since it would seem easier to get the Ampeg repaired and hooked up to my cabinet than it would be to acquire a guitar rig.

However ... after hanging up ... I began to think on some things, and I pretty well decided to switch to guitar after all. I have pursued the envelope a bit as a bass player and have garnered nothing out of it other than the meager satisfaction of being better than Mark Short. In the land of the six-string are many more mysteries than I can see in bass, and it seemed that I would want to go in that direction after all. Hell, getting a guitar rig is not such an outrageous idea.

But then ... I talked to Mark tonight. I mentioned to him that I was thinking about switching to guitar, since I can get no real satisfaction out of my little Aria and the Cat Bass is, as yet, unfinished. My reasoning was that, since I don't enjoy playing bass, I might as well switch to guitar.

He offered to sell the Alembic back to me.

Jesus. I don't know whether this was just something he blurted off the cuff without any real thought, or whether it is something he may seriously consider, but I told him to let me know.

God. I'd give anything to get that Alembic back. Anything. What this would mean as to my playing ... I have no idea. But still ... if he were to return it ... I would have the sound I wanted again. And I really feel that I need it. I also feel that I need the bass which once inspired me so. It became a piece of me. And, in some small way, perhaps I became a piece of it.