I got a new bass today. It's shit. But it's a bass and that's what's important. I haven't had one for around six months and it's been HARD, my fingers have gone weird. I had to sell by old beloved Warwick thumb to fund a project that didn't even happen in the end, TEXTBOOK (if you knew me you'd understand) Things have a habit of going wrong for me, I've come to expect it (not in a depressing way) and have been known to laugh outloud when they do :) ! But I'm used to it and I know 'it's' just like that, when you accept it life becomes a bit more fun (and obviously very annoying to!)
So at least now I can get my playing back to it's previously legendary status :) I love playing, cheesey as it sounds it is meditative in a way. Not in a sitting bolt upright staring at a wall bored type of way. More like having to be aware of everything that's happening but not thinking too much about what's going on or what you're doing. As soon as you concentrate your awareness on one thing one part of the whole picture you'll get something wrong and everyone laughs! Sort of like if you concentrate too much on your individual self and give it too much importance you miss the rest of everything and then get depressed when life deviates from THE PLAN! Better to just let go (not in a nihilistic sense), appreciate what there is because you can't change it because you're it! :)
Right enough of that, got a bit pretentious zen there. OOPS! See what the bass love does to me, far too excited.