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In the mid-‘90s, I finally got serious about the bass. I’d been farting around with a Hofner copy. Ridiculous thing. Piece of junk. Probably had a pretty bad something or other here or there, but I had a group of guys forming a band, the old post-college band, and I needed something. My first bass love was my friend Chad’s blue 4001 fretless with googly eyes all over it. A Rickenbacker, of course, and just the coolest. So that was always in the back of my mind. Well, I was waiting tables and had cash for basically the first time in my life, so I went to a place herel called South Austin Music. They had two Rickenbacker basses, which you see now, but you really didn’t see back then. It wasn’t as easy to find used instruments in the ‘90s. They just weren’t around. It’s hard to explain. I played the two. I don’t remember what color the other one was, but this was a white, turned-kind-of-yellowish one. Which wasn’t my first choice, but it was just the one, for whatever reason. And I think…