About the work

The bass never leaves the garage. It was bought by the grandfather, who spent his life fixing carburetors and had hoped his son would take to jazz. The son became an accountant and the bass stood silent, gathering dust between the hydraulic lift and the tire balancer. It was a surprise, then, when the grandson pulled it out, dusted it off, and began to play. The son, the accountant, still doesn't understand why.