Dan’s Bass Factory

Sometimes, the thoughts we give ourselves creates such a powerful impact. Just by staring into our minds, we’ll notice that so many things are like it is without reason, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

The world is universal and subject to change whether by it’s rules or not. No matter how time passes by, things will still happen or not happen whether we want it to or not. Playing by the rules isn’t quite as straight forward as it seems. No matter how hard we try to make something happen or not happen or how hard we wish, it’s always a matter where things occur significantly; just whether we take the time to notice it or not.

For example, the next time you’re walking down a street full of busy ppl, try asking yourself: how many ppl are actually contented with their lives? Everyone wishes to be rich, beautiful and happy. But look at how shitty life is. Look at the ppl around us, our relationships , our career, our studies and our lifestyle. There’s always something to make us say ‘FUCK!!!!’

NO MATTER HOW FUCKING HARD I TRY…. NO MATTER HOW MUCH EFFORT I PUT IN …NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIME I’VE WASTED…IT’S ALL POINTLESS AND USELESS….FUCKIN’ SHIT!!!

and then…..there’s my bass……

My dad always said that life is mine to live.. That we’d control our destiny, what we want and what we feel… There are even times that he would emphasis on being happy just by..being happy..

So if everything feels like shit, at least we’re still smilling right?… The world’s a crazy place to live in. But life just offers soo much… And in time,,i realize that me being a jerk is just such a waste. Believing that i can do more than what i am would be a lie…but working towards it would be rewarding.

Someone also told me that it’s important to love yourself first more than anyone else. True,true,..but i’m just so happy(naturally) loving someone more than i love myself. Friends have told my that my music comes first but there ain’t no music if she’s not in my life. She’s my one and only inspiration. When time are happy or sad, whether it’s because of my own over-sensitivity and my melodramatic thoughts or something else, there’s always a reason i can tell myself: "Daniel, you’re in love , that’s why you became stupid!"

As life reflects upon itself, it dooesn’t pay back the previous. It pays back by bringing it forward to the future. And as if it takes a genius to realize that, what goes around comes around. Perhaps the matter of being ourselves and fufilling our will in life to chase our goals and ambitions in order to achieve happiness is not so important afterall.

As i hold on to my bass while blogging bout this God-knows-what-the-hell i’m writing…life isvery much like playing the bass…. A friend once told me bout being true and sincere to my music. So if u try doing something u can’t do on your bass, you’re gonna throw everyone out of the groove and maybe a pair of drumsticks aimed straigth at your head. Just like trying to be "i am happy. I am calm. I am confident. I am peaceful…." perhaps the certain notes we know are going to sound bad when played are just meant to be.

Once, there was a big ship…and it’s captain…The ship was big and mighty, it was grand in all it’s spendour yet humble as it performs it’s duty around the world. It has one of the most complicated systems in the entire world of technology. The captain ,in return, was very skilful and knowledgeble. the captain has the most experience and compatibility to handle the ship.

One fine night when the ship was at sail, the captain wanted to switch it to automatic mode and get some rest. To which the ship said "pls will you keep me company through the cold dark night for i’m lonely and frighten". The captain agreed willingly and stayed up with his ship the whole night.

Upon docking on a port, the captain wanted to join his crew for some recreation on a holiday spot. The ship then said " will you accompany me and watch the sun set?" The captain then agreed and stayed with his ship till the late evening.

As the years flew by, the captain was getting old and so was his ship. Better technology was invented and the captain was offered to take over another bigger ship with better functions and more advance technology. The ship then said " Pls don’t leave for another ship for i’m already very old and would enjoy some company to past my days" The captain agreed to stay with his ship as they grew old together.

One day on the sea after many many years, the ship was hit by a very hard rock and it’s old body could not withstand the hit anymore. As rusty and old as it is, the ship was leaking and sinking. The ppl on board manage to save themselves on safety boats and rescue helicopters. This time, knowing it’s disastrous fate, the ship did not say anything . To which the captain then said " I have stand by you through the years, fought many battle with you, seen many storms, visited many nations and accompanied you through thick and thin. What makes you think I’ll let you pass through this moment all by yourself? " The captain then sat in his seat behind the wheel, and sank along with his ship.

The moral of the story is, when in doubt during improvisation, use the blues scale.

Sometimes, Iget stuck in moments where I stare into a blank empty space. It’s not just any kind of space but rather a large,deepnever-ending hole. It doesn’t seem like i’m sucked into it like vacuum, rather, it seems like a self willing free fall. That’s where my thoughts are abruptly freeing themselves into a picture painted with all sorts of colors, emotions and sounds.

Sometimes i worry, wonder, think and worry somemore. Is there a place for humans where we don’t feel anything? A place created plainly for serenity and peace where we don’t have to worry, think, or feel anything.

What we feel, we know we can’t control; at least for most of the time.  But are what we thinkof the same as what we feel? Do we think about somthing first then feel bad about it or do we feel bad about something and start worrying?

For instance, in society today,if women get jealous, it’s normal because women are emotional. But if men get jealous, their just being silly, childish and over-sensitive. Then why do women argue for equal rights? Are those women that are sucessful the same type of women that has learned to master their emotions and differentiate them with duty? Or are those ‘childish and oversensitve’ men loosing out on society’s status?

What is it that differentiate’s a family guy and a typical macho male? Is it his ability to balance his time between work and home? Is it his ability to manipulate the image of his family towards him while he indulges in extra-curricular activities secretly? Or does men actually has a feminine side to them both mentally and emotionally? And if they do, to what extend does their actions and feelings are permitted to until they are considered as ‘pussy-boys’?

And, to what extend and limits does women place for themselves for these type of ‘not-afraid-to-get-in-touch-with-my-feminine-side’ men? How do women differentiate men with extreme mood swings from plain childish?How do women differentiate sensitive men from men that are emotional?

Many would say that balance, and maturity is the key. How do we then draw a line of balance in such way so that our woman will feel secure,loved,cherished and protected all at the same time?

Does being a more sensitive and emotional guy make a woman feel less protected and less secure? Or will she just think of him as being plain silly? Silly is cute sometimes, rite?

Maybe I shouldn’t spend my energy thinking too much about this or I might just be thought of as being to ‘emo’. Sick and tired of myself as i may seem, there’s only one solution  to the answer of world peace for all mankind : play the bass. 

What is it that defines us in this world? Is it what we do in life? Who we are? How much we earn? The car we drive? The way we dress? The way we speak? Or is our existence in this world merely for the sake of life’s repetitive cycle which will in the end bring us to nothing but dust and bones 6 feet underground?

I was always told that we were created perfectly and uniquely; designed in our mother’s womb even before we were born. That there was a sole purpose for each and everyone of us in life even if it meant only achieving it much much later.That the people we meet, the places we go and the things that are going to happen has already been predestined. It is our actions and our freedom of choice that will lead us to every equal and opposite reaction.

What if, just what if … our life is merely a game? Just like the Greeks believe about gods. Perhaps their all up there betting among themselves if I’m gonna go for the big mac or the double cheeseburger, the mall or the movies, when i’m going to crash that car, sell that kidney, when i’m gonna die. Or perhaps we’re all just a spectacle of dust  on a ladybird which so happens to be resting on a leaf which is actually a strand of hair on a giant’s head swinging on a tree on an island surrounded with millions and millions of super duper, earth-sized watermelons.

Just  remember the next time you walk down a busy street, try thinking about where all those people are going… Or better still what they might be thinking about. Maybe that middle-aged guy with an almost balding head clad in a light blue working shirt and dark brown slacks that just walked pass you was suffering from an in-grown toe nail. He’s probably wondering if he has time to take-out a couple of donuts before the boss starts wondering what took him so long for lunch. How about that tanned skin mat salleh in black shorts and white singlet with a huge backpack standing next to a traffic light wondering why is everyone crossing the road when the signal clearly says do not cross. Ever wonder if that gorgeous looking young girl sitting at Starbucks sipping her coffee and reading Cleo magazine has a sugar daddy sponsoring her expensive versace blouse and gucci handbag along with a couple of designer shopping bags on the floor. Maybe that security guard standing outside the entrance of the shopping mall with his walkie-talkie making annoying noises is checking out young female patrons and their bodies clad in baby-t and tight low-waist jeans. Okay…you get the picture.

The point is….life  is too short for us to be wasting our time wondering why this is like this , not like that; why that is like that, not like this; why this is so expensive; why that is so cheap; why she’s such a biatch; why he’s such a snob; why your momma so mad at u; why it’s raining; why it’s hot; why got no time; why so boring; why …why….why….

In the end… all that matters is keepin’ the groove sweet and tight, with the juicy bass lines; and just the right spaces in between to breathe.