Dan’s Bass Factory

its funny how somethings may turn out to be a deja vu or a dream which later on became real. i wrote a song entitled ’sept 17′ just a couple of weeks back n the first verse goes like this:
‘i remember come september 17th
the night has passed a day away since the mistress left the scene
and i remember all the words she could have said
but she threw them all aside
and only stared me in the eye’

well its basically a nostalgic song based on a rather sad experience not becuz it was ugly but becuz it was regretted upon and i do strongly still feel for watever dat’s happened in the past. however, the date 17th yesterday which is May 17th also turned to be a very very significant event. last nite held a great deal of emotional, physical and mental stress. the music was pounding, the beat was exhausting, the rhythm was pushing, the solos were long and the volume was loud. on top of dat, there’s the hopeful , the forgiving and the patient. there was the serenity, the feelings, the melancholic sensation …

hence, also the song ‘hello again’ came just moments before i did actually said hello again, literally and practically. well, its not just bout music and not just bout life. in many many ways their so very similar. hence since the beginning, i’ve always written wat i’ve been through with experiences relating in music.  being a baby that i am, having a long way to go, i have not a thought to falter nor quit. i do however constantly thing about the elements, the science and the relation of it very frequently in abstract ways. hence, when playing, the ‘feel’ can be the groove or the idea of a song or it can also mean the current emotion and state of mind. so how do i exactly feel about last nite… hard to tell, yet. but its amazing how a long amount of time and a gap or empty space can say so much and can do so much. when nothing’s playing or when it’s silent, it says so much more becuz then, the audiences are left to their own imagination. in reality, there can be so much more goin on when we are truly in the absence of something or someone.
and just like deja vu’s or ‘things’ dat come true, its like working on somethin till u think u dun have it or at least u dun hear it yet. likewise no one can really say they’re there y’know? when u’re not, or probably are already beyond where u’ve worked towards but no one can actually say it to themselves. so…as confusing as it may sound… i guess only time can tell. only time and time, once again in relation to life, is another element to music. it takes time.

there’ll always be phases in life, just like forms to a music. climax, emotional, atmospheric, uptempo, happy, playful , melancholic, hanging, jumpy, etc etc. and again, life is very much like music vice versa. sometimes, there’s too much to listen to, too much to play, too much to work on. a friend of mine said, its wat u rather look and listen out in a song as it is rather then trying to hard bout everything. well, there’s always a balance we need to strike between time and looseness, theory and hearing, groove and straight-forwardness, language and interpretation etc etc. and like life, there’s always the screwing over and getting killed, pushed all around and not being able to keep  up, inability to understand and ignorance etc etc.
if life were as simple as a constant shaker while the piano floats in and out with simplicity and sweetness, then i suppose it’d be really boring for the shaker-rer/percussionist. well, there’ll always be the part where the carrib beat come in with the trumpets and the pulse of the bass. just when u feel like dancin, the B section comes in with the wildest harmony and chords. and the percussion breaks down while the kicks just start ramming all over ON time instead of IN time just to break for the pno again, this time darker and more intense whilst preparing an entry for the pno solo. so the story goes on and on.
as nostalgic as it may seem, life goes on, and on. phases that are unlikeable sometimes not because its TRULY ugly but rather slightly un-preferred. and some phases stick to u like an ostinato repeating over and over no matter what the crazy drummer’s doin all over time. and when thinks start to change again, u’ll sort of wonder, is it gonna be the end already? should i kick it? should i wait for the cue?
damn. just when that beat comes in again, how i wish i’ve started it a little bit more groovier, a lil’ bit more sweeter; it’ll be nice , i think.