As I mentioned in my book, “The Bottom Line”, when you take up the bass, that’s what you have to do, literally, take it up..
When I was the tender age of 16 I hadn’t a car, so I had to hump it on my back and carry it everywhere. As Eugene Cruft once said, playing the bass is good for the cardiovascular system, but, believe me, it can become very tiring so that when one arrives at a concert or rehearsal one is too tired to give of one’s best.
Without a car in those days people were simpatico towards you. You could take a bass on the Underground in London for free, or on a train (steam in those days) or in some cities in Northern England such as Manchester they would allow you to put your bass next to the tram (street car) driver for the cost of a penny! Occasionally, if there was room in a long distance bus, providing you gave the driver a little consideration, you would be allowed to travel on it with bass.
To avoid too much carting around, most of the main railway stations had a left luggage room where you could pay to deposit the bass overnight, but also had to be sure to cross the attendants’ palm with silver so that it was safe.
Taxis welcomed bass players, because they were always sure of receiving a good tip, but they were expensive and so if you only received a minimum fee and no porterage the date became almost not worth playing.
Nowadays I would hate to take a bass on the London Underground, and it is made more expensive by the car entry charges to Central London. Another saw-off of your fee.
In the dirty Thirties there were no full time orchestras, except for the BBC, who had their own porters, but there were private entrepreneurs in London who saw a niche for themselves and would pick up your bass and take it to your destination by horse and cart. The charges were cheap and the orchestras or bands paid you porterage, although some were not willing to do so.