OK, so I go to the storage locker over the weekend, where I remember the Princeton amp being stored, and way up on the top shelf there is a Fender amp top just visible. "YA HOO!" I proudly proclaim to no one in particular for having remembered which town the damn thing was in and approximately where - I haven't seen this thing in about 10 years. I don't have a ladder. "No Problem" I think to myself. "It's not that heavy and the shelves are strong. I'll just climb up and carry it down."
OK, I get up there and I'm starting to pull the thing out and it is WAY BIGGER than I remember, but I'm looking at the back of it, and I'm thinking: "F**k, this thing is HEAVY." I now have it all the way out and find myself hanging from the shelf while the dust cob-webs and various unmentionable things that mice leave around are slowly falling all over me. "Damn, this thing sure seems bigger than a Princeton." my now somewhat worried self says.... "OK, idiot, what are you going to do now? You are 6 feet above the floor hanging from one hand and this thing is too heavy to let you single hand climb down!"
"Ah ha!" my more optimistic self says, "The old Barko Lounger chair is over there in the corner with some papers piled on it. I can gently lob this amp over there and it'll land nice and soft." I swing it a little and with a perfect underhanded pitch land it precisely on the papers on the barko lounger and everything works out perfectly. No broken tubes. I climb down and go have a better look and "WHAT THE F**K" I say to myself, "This isn't a Princeton. It's a MUSICMASTER BASS amp, still a Fender, but what the F**K is a MUSICMASTER???" Then I notice a postit on the front of the thing. "Dad" it says, "I borrowed the Princeton to take it to a regatta party at the club and we got to jamming on board Seth's boat, and as we were climbing off the boat we sort of dropped the Princeton into the Bay." WHAT THE F******!!! "I felt really bad about it, but I know you used the amp for the Bass so I found this really cool real Bass Amp on Craigslist and it works great." the note continued. "I know you haven't used the Princeton in years, so you probably won't even find this replacement amp. I'll probably end up with it in my garage in about twenty years after you kick the can and cross the bar. All my love."
OK..... I had to laugh.... he was right. If I hadn't been talking to youse guise I'da never uv climbed up there and my son would have been right, he'd have hauled the thing to the dump - or dropped it in the bay - after I crossed the bar. So, I plugged it in and it works. It's actually a better bass amp than the Princeton was, but.... now I don't have a bass....
Life seems to be like this a lot.....
BV
