If you have my Guild bass, I advice you to BRING IT BACK!

Once upon a time, yours truly worked extra as a musician. I played in several bands, and some people only recognized me with a red bass guitar around my neck. 



This photo is with the "Company Rock Band" at Swedish Steel. We called ourselves The Coilers, because we worked with gigantic steel coils.

We didn't play all that much, but the stage looks good. Since I was in several bands, I played all the time. I sometimes went from one gig to another to a third on a Saturday afternoon... It was fun. I had the energy to keep it up for a few years.

Anyhow, when I moved to the USA I couldn't bring all my musical instruments and accessories. I brought some, but most ended up waiting for me in my first husband's house. We wrote a contract and it seemed like a good solution. It was a huge house, more space than one person could possibly need.

I'm sure you can see where this is going. After a couple of years, I asked for my Guild acoustic bass, because I missed it and I wanted it sent over.

He said it was gone.

At the time, I assumed "gone" meant "sold" - I was furious, but assumed he had at least gotten a fair amount of money for it. I knew he was out of a job and needed cash, and selling a $3,000 bass would have tied him over for a while.

I filed it in a mental drawer labeled, "Sad loss" and moved on.

Last week, first husband contacted me. I haven't talked to him for years. So many things happened while I was in the USA, there isn't room here to go into details, let it suffice to say, I had no will to ever speak to him again.

To my surprise, he had good news: he still has the red bass I'm playing in the photo. My favorite. I thought that too was "gone" but now I have hope of seeing her again! I'm going up north on Saturday, and hope to bring her back home with me.

I am so grateful he has saved her for me.

As we've been talking during the past week, he told me some of my other things disappeared with a man who had access to the house to pick up some shelves and decided to take more valuable items instead.

Such as my acoustic Guild bass, my Vantage electric guitar I bought when I was 16, and the matching Vantage bass that I used to tune down and bring on the road for songs to be played in D. Also, an Epiphone Les Paul Custom Flametop that was so pretty I was afraid to play it.

There might be more. I am sure I'll find out a lot more about this in the next few days.

I said, "Did you call the police?"

He said, "You know how bad I am with conflict."

He is. But... I'm not.

After facing down an armed criminal gang last year and making them afraid of me - they shot my house and that made me angry - I doubt a small-town Swedish trickster can be particularly scary.

This man probably feels that he had access to the house, he found valuable stuff, and thus, he had the right to take it.

I wasn't here, my ex-husband can't intimidate a fly, and the perpetrator is a man. What harm could possibly come from stealing something that belongs to a woman on the other side of the world?

(The man part shouldn't make a difference, but from the stories I've heard the past week, he's one of those condescending men that can drive anyone crazy.)

Well, at some point in time, this man will cross my path. That's how life works.

I strive to be a nice person, but he stole my instruments. 

Hopefully, Karma is already working on that. If not, he may get the opportunity to know why the members of an armed criminal gang in the USA find me scary.

In the meantime, if you've been in the Falun/Borlänge area and these happen to be in your possession, I advice you to bring them back.

They are mine, and returning them is a much better idea than me accidentally finding them.

I used to have a list with serial numbers. If I can find it, identifying them will be easy.