Secret…

Comrades of low frequency,

I confess to you terrible secret. My wife, she is real bassist in family — plays with fingers like proper disciple of groove. But me? I am weak man. I like… pick.

So every night I wait like ninja. I sit in dark room, listening for her breathing to become sleep mode. When she finally drift to dreamland, then I take my bass and my forbidden triangle of plastic. I play quietly, mutinously… like criminal of tone. Downstrokes, upstrokes — all the strokes they never speak of in our house.

If she wake up and hear? Finished. I will be sent to gulag of “work on your fingerstyle.”

Anyone else practice their shameful techniques in secret? Or I am only coward here?