I had one bass lesson with Hillel. He told me to use the two first fingers on my right hand as the plucking ones, alternately, like they were walking. I only had to walk a few blocks to his house where he lived with his mother and little brother, who drew the most creative cartoons. Hillel and I spent hours and hours listening to his rock records; Hendrix, the mighty Led Zep, Rush, Jeff Beck, the Doors. I was such a jazz geek it was all new to me. I felt the Hendrix deep inside my little heart. Lying on his living room floor, I fell in love with rock music—listening to Houses of the Holy and
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