No - not the consequences of base jumping gone wrong!
Due to storage space issues at home, I was contemplating getting hold of some guitar wall hangers and hanging my Ricks on the wall - space issues solved and would look pretty cool! However, I'm just a little worried about doing this as it would obviously result in the entire weight of each bass being suspended from (arguably) one of the weakest/most vulnerable parts of the bass - the neck at the nut. I really don't want to risk any damage or long-term problems.
I see your point Erik, but I'm guessing that most new basses in stores would be hung for a relatively short period until they're sold - I'm more concerned about whether there could be long-term implications.
I've got a Hercules wall hanging system that is sturdy and works well. It has a small spring mechanism that swings the fingers over to hold the bass in place, three screws to secure into the wall. My '74 has spent the majority of it's free time hanging there for the past 7 years. There have been no problems with the setup (tuning, intonation, etc.) or the finish. If your bass has a nitrocellulose finish on it, then you want to pay attention to the type of foam padding used, but there are plenty of other manufacturers and types.
I've had the majority of my basses hanging using the Hercules hanger method for nearly two years. Beside having to keep the dust off them, there has been no down side. They are both wall art as well as instruments in my home. A great conversation started as well!
I used the tri mounting hanger and cut mounting blocks out of Oak to give the hanger a bigger foot print against the wall. I also drilled the platform into the wall studs so as not to rely on drywall to support the load.
No, that's a new one. I usually get compared to Sam Elliott. I went to a wedding last month and it was pretty funny because just about as many people wanted their photo taken with me as with the bride - including her parents. Back when I was young, I always got compared to Frank Zappa. These days, when I wake up and look blurry-eyed in the mirror, I look more like Mark Twain - pretty spooky. In reality, I look a lot like my great grandfather on my Mom's side. He was a riverboat gambler type in the St. Louis area and the black sheep of the family. At one point, he got tired of his wife, had her put into a mental institution (I guess you could do that back then) and then he married his niece. I remind my wife of this frequently to keep her in line.
