It starts somewhere in the stomach, an empty feeling. It has always had an association with my fingertips making them numb and tingly. I have never known a frustration like it, when looking upon the mountainous goal ahead of me, I can’t help but be overcome with a feeling that I could never do it, that the people you watch from the crowd as they masterfully deliver their spell binding performance, geneses surely? It is this frustration that continues to push me up that mountain, with almost every single step that I take I stumble, and for a while I’ve felt like i am not getting any closer to the top, that with every attempt is the over welling feeling of failure, that little voice inside your head says to you, that maybe, you’re just not that good; and then, just when you thought that all of that dedicated time was for nothing, you see it, a crack in the wall, you’re presented with the beauty of an unknown horizon, it grabs at you and suddenly that slight glimpse of the end goal is in sight and you’re overcome with a feeling that’s so intense, it could actually be happiness. For you are now able to create, music.
I consider music to be storytelling, melody and rhythm. A lot of hip-hop has broken music down. There are no instruments and no songwriting. So you’re left with just storytelling and rhythm. And the storytelling can be so braggadocious, you’re just left with rhythm.
I have spent the majority of my time, when subjected to live music, feeling jealous, throughout my entire twenties I always considered myself to be a non-musical type, of course I love listening to music and have a vast collective mix of tastes from every genre, classical, dance tracks, heavy metal and indie, all of which have their rubbish acts and outstanding, Back in April this year my friends band The Damerels, had successfully succeed their first London gig, hailing from Plymouth I would go to support them whenever they played, like any true friend/fan, however this gig was different. I’d not seen them perform in about 5 years so didn’t really know what to expect. Much to my joy they had improved massively, so much in fact that I stuck off to the toilet, whipped out my Amazon app and purchased my very first Bass Guitar.
The bass, no matter what kind of music you’re playing, it just enhances the sound and makes everything sound more beautiful and full. When the bass stops, the bottom kind of drops out of everything.
Why the bass? If I had a penny for every time some skinny jeaned, hoppy ear ringed Camden type quizzed me about my weapon of choice, I wouldn’t be typing this blog out on my iPhone notes app, sat in Queens Park Costa! Instead I’d still most likely be writing this blog, only my Bass would now be a Gibson Thunderbird (Mum if you’re reading this, yes this is what I would like for Christmas) and I’d be sporting quite the tan sat just off the coast of Ibiza in my princess super yacht, occasionally laughing to myself at how disgustingly rich I am! Unfortunately this isn’t the case. The Bass for me has always been my desired choice; the deep rumbling sound and cool funky bass lines of Flea from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, being an extremely cool guy myself, I couldn’t resist its radical calling! But it is not the childlike way of wanting a toy, or manlike desire to conquer the mountain that inspired me, for the feeling of succeeding through practice is a sensation that is certainly unmatched, not only does it inspire you to drive forward, but the enormity alone, of internal wellbeing, makes all the hours of practice, simply worth it.