The last few nights I’ve started really playing my guitar and my bass, how good it is for the soul to remember what you loved when you were innocent, when life hadn’t brought you down yet. I’m getting back into the musical swing and working on slap bass and slide guitar; two of my favorite techniques though I’m pretty poor at executing them myself. But who can be manically depressed with a speed pumping, heavy pick plucking bass jazzing out the bluegrass blues like some fella from a boozy band? No one. That’s who – not even me. Not even fucking me. I love playing piano and I love a good go on the guitar, but for me – the bass guitar has a place in my arms like nothing else. But, I think most musicians you talk to have a favorite. I’ll never be a master bass player, I’ll never rock it like hoppin’ flea or some backyard player with experience of hardship that can make a bass cry and bleed. I realize that, but that’s why I only play for me. Only me. Something I didn’t do when I was young.
So i’m glad i got you — Ms. Blue.
PS. I’d forgotten how dumb my bass-face is. My head bobbing about and my tongue trying to peek through my teeth in concentration.When my dad plays his head move like a weeble-wobble — so i suppose thats where i get it. How does one get a guitar expression like Johnny Depp when they play a good riff? Hahaha, i’ll never know. Who else is guilty of having a dumb expression when loving on their instrument?