Something from history…
“I still remember the first time I held an electric bass.
It was old, out of tune, dusty, beaten from every side.
When I finally brought it back to life, I realized one thing.
It sounded terrible.”“Back then, having a good instrument was a luxury few could afford.
Even if you had the money, quality gear was almost impossible to get.
Everything was limited. Everything was expensive.”“So I did what I could.
Boiled strings to revive them, repaired electronics, replaced wires.
Sometimes it helped but only for a moment.
It was a hard time, but also a beautiful one.
Because it taught me.
About circuits, about magnetism, about sound.”“Years later, after countless projects and prototypes,
I wound my first Jazz Bass pickup and I couldn’t believe my own ears.
For the first time, I heard something I never had.”
“And in that moment I knew: I cannot keep this to myself.“