It was nearly impossible to endure those sessions of his trying to teach me songs on guitar and bass. Because he was my friend, I did it.
Years later, after I'd moved back to St. Louis and our friendship was fizzling out it finally happened. We hung out together and played music.
He was on his Stu Hamm signature bass and I on my Gremlin guitar through an amplifier that had two sounds: inaudible and broken down rusty chainsaw. There was no need for a distortion pedal in that setup. His father came downstairs and laughed at my tone...with good reason.