Born on a mountain top in beautiful SW Virginia, I realized early I had it good! I mean,
we had runnin' water right beside the back porch, fresh food walkin' right into the front yard every night and a steppin-'rock
path clean out to our own double-holer!
But good as it was, Daddy realized I needed to learn a trade so's when the time come I'd be able to care for me and mine.
So he took up the ol' 5-string banjo and got me and we headed out to the woodshed and he commenced to learnin' me.
Only thing was, I kept breaking off the 5th string. So daddy, being smarter than some, decided I was a natural borned bass
player since they only had 4 strings to start with. That was before the 5 & 6 string craze of nowadays. And actually
in the 16th & 17th centuries most basses only had 3 strings! (I could'a been'a contend'a!)
Well, thats "almost" how it all started for me and all I can say is
"They's
a whole lot more Daddy should'a told me about out there in that woodshed!!!"