The Bass Trap

Noah lays a trip on Adam to get him to play bass for his Creed tribute band.
This is what Adam gets for being a competent bass player.


Adam‘s starting to regret all those hours spent practicing bass instead of hanging out in the desert near Roswell holding a “Alpha Centauri or bust” sign.


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Noah is on the phone with his eldest, Adam, asking him, “So anyway, will you do your ol’ man a solid?”

Adam doesn’t look happy, and replies, “Doesn’t Duke also play bass?” Noah shrugs and reports that, “He said he sprained his middle fingers.”

Adam rolls his eyes and asks, “Ugh… don’t you already have a bassist for your Creed tribute band?”

Noah says, “We do but he keeps missing practice. This week he said he was abducted by aliens and won’t be back til the day after.” (As Noah speaks we see his bassist being beamed up into a UFO as described.)

Adam facepalms and asks, “Can he tell the aliens to pop by my house?” Noah smiles and says, “Cool, so practice is tomorrow night in my garage. Bring your own beer.”