it was called an electric bass guitar right after the concert, by asking the musician who was playing it.
right after the concert, i rode my brand new racing bike that took me six months to assemble, and right outside the campus i stopped and turned back, i looked into the main entrance and said good bye forever, and never ever came back. in fact, i completed the ritual with a military hand salute, you know, that hand that you place to your forehead ;­) a couple hours after that, since i had no money in my pockets, i just traded my awesome bike for a bass that i found for 