no psychic powers, I’m not vegan
Not sure of the reason, exactly, but last night I was moved to pull out my bass and shake the rust off of my meager skill at filling out the bottom end.
It turns out I wasn’t entirely embarassed with the results: I could still pound out the scales and runs, and didn’t fudge the bass line to “Livin’ On A Prayer” all that much (go ahead, laugh, it’s not a bad tune to warm up with).
However, it’s been a least a year since I last touched the instrument; after less than an hour of playing, I had raised, and subsequently burst, an inconveniently placed blister on the tip of my right middle finger.
I guess you could say I’m out of practice; I won’t be ready to hit the road as part of the rhythm section any time soon (or, more than likely, ever). But, I had a little fun; certainly enough to overshadow the bit of suffering I did for my art.
I’m okay with that.
