Well certainly it has been a magnificent run with this blog. Although the username of the blog occasionally changes, the content and person running it never has. In order for a fresh start, I'll be using a new one now--it's going to lean and become more picture based instead of word. Just something to represent an entirely new chapter in my life.
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Thursday, August 30, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
I can't exactly pinpoint the exact moment I became so fascinated with music. But then again I can't exactly pinpoint a lot of moments. (or much rather remember them) An array of seemingly randomly arranged notes with no arbitrary basis that played straight to the brain. Fascinating.
It wasn't exactly the guitar work that got to me, but the bass guitar that played rhythm and was the backbone of every song. And lo and behold I became a bass guitarist. I got it as a birthday gift from a combination of good friends. I would say I was dedicated. I'd spend hours in my room just jamming...without an amp. The bass sounded like rattling metal without an amp....for the most part. All I remember was the disgustingly sweaty summers trying to read tabs, listen to the song, and trying to play it. Time well spent though I must admit.
It was an underrated instrument. I still liked it though. But to be quite frank I wanted to play more lead and less rhythm. I thought it was so god damn fun when I played in a band the first time 2 years back. Although I didn't like my bass being overpowered by the guitars so I'd always boost my volume pretty high...more of an ego thing.
Eventually I did buy an electric guitar. Fender Strats are decent enough. I loved it. So much more artistic freedom on a guitar even though its a subtle different of 2 strings. Once again I would sit my ass and listen to Hendrix all day and play my heart out. Extremely therapeutic for me. And I was driven to be better-- not for selfish reasons-- but similar to how a disciple of the pen may strive to be better at being eloquent.
But all that seems a bit off course of late. Trying to recapture that killer strive and dedication.
I got ways to go.
It wasn't exactly the guitar work that got to me, but the bass guitar that played rhythm and was the backbone of every song. And lo and behold I became a bass guitarist. I got it as a birthday gift from a combination of good friends. I would say I was dedicated. I'd spend hours in my room just jamming...without an amp. The bass sounded like rattling metal without an amp....for the most part. All I remember was the disgustingly sweaty summers trying to read tabs, listen to the song, and trying to play it. Time well spent though I must admit.
It was an underrated instrument. I still liked it though. But to be quite frank I wanted to play more lead and less rhythm. I thought it was so god damn fun when I played in a band the first time 2 years back. Although I didn't like my bass being overpowered by the guitars so I'd always boost my volume pretty high...more of an ego thing.
Eventually I did buy an electric guitar. Fender Strats are decent enough. I loved it. So much more artistic freedom on a guitar even though its a subtle different of 2 strings. Once again I would sit my ass and listen to Hendrix all day and play my heart out. Extremely therapeutic for me. And I was driven to be better-- not for selfish reasons-- but similar to how a disciple of the pen may strive to be better at being eloquent.
But all that seems a bit off course of late. Trying to recapture that killer strive and dedication.
I got ways to go.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
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