Friends and frequent commenters may have noticed that I have not been at the blog like I should for days now. I’m sorry! I always feel bad about neglecting the blog, which is something I occasionally do. So where have I been?
Well, some know that I suffer from the incurable sickness of being a musician, although for quite some time I had been in a slump and allowed myself to disengage all the nerve endings and blood vessels which fed this most vital part of me. Economic and environmental necessity had required me to sell off my gear, and I stuffed oily, flammable rags in the hole that was left in my soul as I attended to the various aspects of life other than music. Survival is a crazy thing.
In the interim, my wife had gifted me with a little acoustic guitar to bang around on, to keep me from getting musically comatose, and that kept me from going over the edge. I exercised my other artistic muscles, mainly writing. But a Bassist cannot simply walk away from his true nature. Bass is in the blood, and the Bassist’s veins vibrate one octave lower than their peers.
So for the last several days, my disease has manifested itself in a desire to get another bass in my hands, pronto. And to that end, I have devoted much of my time online (and elsewhere) lately. Soon my fevered mind shall be at ease (although I can’t vouch for the neighbors’), as my fingers play about the strings like a predator pursuing its prey. Like thunder and lightning, clutched with all the tender delicacy of a 20 lb sledgehammer at the fingertips.
I’ll certainly keep you all posted as things develop. Back to the news...