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dad bass weatherford
dad bass weatherford
A Japanese exchange student took this photo. After she returned to Japan she airmailed it to us. My dad was a professional bass player in the movie studios. He practiced at least 8 hours every day--even days when he worked in the studio. The Japanese exchange student got the tourista disease as soon as she arrived in L.A. from Japan. Fortunately my family has a bunch of Nisei friends, so we found out that in Japan, when you feel urpie and have the runs, mom feeds you ume boshi--pickled plums. The girl was so grateful for the ume boshi. She said, "oh thank you, this is just what my mom would give me." This is the living room of the house where I grew up. My mom not only designed it entirely, she drew all the blueprints and the construction detail drawings the crew used to build the place. The bass is French from about 1760 something as I recall. Its finish is light blond and it had a sweet sound combined with impressive volume that other bassists coveted. My dad put a machine on it in the mid sixties (not long before this picture was taken). It saved him from having to lug a second five string bass around, but he regretted cutting that fine scroll to have it. After he sold the five string he said he wished he had never put that machine on his good bass. He told me back in the sixties that he had been offered, or it had been appraised (I don't remember which) at, over $10,000 (I used to say $25,000 when I'd tell this story, but I've been telling it so long, I don't honestly know what the figure was. I do think it was over $10,000 because at the time I thought, "that's more than a house.") The finish of that bass was really messed up looking, with scratches and gouges and even a patched or repaired place on it here and there. My dad told me he never ever let anyone touch the bass to make a repair unless there is a problem with the sound. He never did anything to it for cosmetics. He used to clean it (did he use Xylene to remove the rosin? I think he did), but he never did a thing to it otherwise, that is until the great buzz freakout. One day the bass developed a buzz. I could barely hear it and only then after my dad repeatedly played this certain set of notes to point it out to me. My dad went on this quest to find the right guy to fix the buzz. We went to every music shop and repair guy in the L.A. area who did basses. We went to the Broken Drum ("you can't beat it"). We went to a place that also specialized in selling and repairing Mexican mariachi guitars and guitarons. I remember seeing all the big ark-like guitarons hanging from the wall. Dad went to other bass player's houses with his bass to talk to them about what they thought it was. Meanwhile he was playing all his gigs with his relatively-speaking crappy five string. This went on for what seemed like weeks. And it was very stressful for the entire family. It really was what we came to call "The Great Buzz Freakout." Finally dad decided on this little hunch back Hungarian guy who had an instrument shop in this trailer that sat in the back yard of his tiny Hollywood bungalow. This guy built violins, violas and cellos, and he repaired those instruments as well as basses. My dad decided his taciturn description of the problem and the solution made the most sense. Not only that, dad decided this guy was the best guy to actually make the repair. I don't have the slightest recollection what he did, but it worked, thus bringing the Great Buzz Freakout to an end. When guys would ask Dad if he wanted to sell his bass, he replied with the standard "ask my widow." He did sell it though, for only $5000. My dad had this student, Earl, who was not the the typical bass student. Earl was old, in his late thirties, a plumber and a dad. His kid played electric bass and was a fan of Jimmy Carl Black, the Mothers of Invention's bass player (you had to love Earl for being proud of his kid for that). Earl was not Dad's most talented student, but he may have been the best student. Earl worked his ass off. He had this dream of becoming a full time professional bassist in a real live symphony. Finally after my dad had become too ill to play or teach, Earl landed an audition with the El Paso Symphony Orchestra. I think Dad loaned him the bass for that, and then when Earl landed the job, Dad sold it to him cheap. This story makes me so happy. I always loved Earl. He looked like a greaser 50's guy, with his DA haircut and cigarettes rolled up in his sleeve. But he loved classical music, and playing bass. You double bass players may be able to tell Dad is playing with a German bow. It is strung with genuine Russian horse hair. Back in the cold war days of the forties, fifties and sixties, buying Russian horse hair was no mean feat. He used to take me along when he'd go out to score it. There would be some guy with a musical instrument shop who knew a guy who could
Crick's Violin
Crick's Violin
Spent many long hours with Crick at her violin lessons, waiting sitting on old hard carved wooden chairs in an old musty building on Granville & Dunsmuir (years later, torn down to make way for the second part of Pacific Centre). Looking out the cracked old window panes with layers of chipped peeling paint on the sills - watching old cars and people travelling Granville Street; all while waiting, hearing the wine & screeching of the violin. Time seemed to go on forever, until the door would open and Crick would appear with her case in the fun would begin - off to an adventure.

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