Hello all, I appreciate you subscribing and want to let you know that I am completely new to this website. I want to let you know that my whole concept derived form a single idea that music should be free for everyone regardless of social background, race or religion. I am but a humble bass player that has the privilege of playing and home recording every once in a while but I would like to encourage everyone that knows a musician or is one, to share your tunes to everyone you know. Music should always be free! When I was a young lad in my country I saw poverty beyond what most people could imagine. One day as I was walking on the street I saw a native Aztec dancer play his flute and zonajas guaje which are a type of maracas that you play with your feet. People gathered up and started dancing to that simple tune played from the flute and children stood up to hear and dance to that same melody. I was maybe about 8 or 9 years old but I understood at that point that music was a basic necessity to have joy in the world. Here come the 90´s… During this time focus shifted to alternative bands such as pearl jam or stone temple pilots. I still lingered on to more primitive tunes like Iron Maiden (which I still enjoy very much every once in a while) during this time we had a death in the family (My tia Cuca) she was unfortunately diagnosed with ovarian cancer at a late age and spent her final days in our home. During her 6 month battle we tried to make best of her illness and I was ultimately the one who spent more time with her since she and I shared a liking for poker. One day on November 18th 1994 she approached me and said “Mijo, te voy a dar un regalo” which translates to English as “Boy, I´m going to give you a gift¨”. I hesitantly told my aunt Cuca that no gifts were needed, but she insisted… She quietly passed away that night never telling me what the gift was… At her funeral, I stepped in to say goodbye to an empty shell which was her body but somehow felt her presence all the way. When I walked away from her casket an unknown force drove me away from the funeral. I asked my dad, “Hey dad, can I go take a walk?” and he said: “Sure, but take your sister (Tijuana was a safer place back then)”. So me and my sister walked around for a couple of blocks and I heard my sister saying: “so, where are we going?” and I kept responding, I have no idea. We walked around for about 20 minutes and I stopped at a music shop and I said “Here, we need to go here” I went inside and immediately my eyes turned to an old crappy bass guitar that they had on the wall. And I asked her: “Hey so how much is that thing?” they gave me a figure which I can’t remember and I thought to myself (whoah! That’s a whole lot of allowance) I proceeded to ask them if they gave lessons and they said yes. I went running with my dad and I asked him if I could enroll in bass playing lessons (obviously everyone was very shook up because of the funeral) and he said yes I went running back to the store like a madman to enroll before they closed. Funny thing… once enrolled to the course I completed a 3 year course within 6 months. The store asked me if I could start giving bass lessons to their students. I said “sure” what’s the worst that could happen…. I now realize what my gift was. My tia Cuca had given me a way of following my own principle. It could have been a guitar; it could have been a Sax or an organ. But somehow, she wanted me to explore the low end of the spectrum and find a way to reach others to feel what I feel. Best regards to all. Hiram Moreno