a reply to: Gordi The Drummer
That video brings back memories of when i was going to Berklee to learn music. I have lots of memories of that place. Good and bad.
The first few seconds of the video where everyones playing all at the same time like a cacophony reminded me of the bass labs when i was going to
Berklee. Just a jumble of noise. Except for the advanced slap labs. That was just pure baddassness. People from other departments there would
cluster around the outside of the closed door to the advanced slap lab and just nod their head. Some awesoneness eminated from under those doors. We
were all pretty killer if we made it into the advanced slap lab and our professor anthony vitti (major bad ass)was our roll model. Nobody clowned the
guys who had made it into the advanced slap lab. We had earned our respect and the reputation carried around campus .
But there was a long long road to get there.
I remember my first lab i was placed in. The teacher was this militant guy who hated the fact he was stuck teaching us morons on the bass.
His introductory quote ill never forget. I still remember them forbatim to this day.
" youre in this class because you suck at the bass. Your fingers suck. Your site reading sucks. Your bass sucks. Even your amp chord sucks!"
But then there were other professors who were compassionant about us pathetically inept musicians.
My favorite was a part time guy who was one of the prucussionists for i think the Gypsy Kings at the time. He would drive up to boston from
manhatten a few times a week just to teach our class.
One of the first things berklee did was find out what you were bad at and stick you in an emsemble that focused in that music.
For me i had no experience playing latin music. So i was sent into a latin ensemble. Nobody in that ensemble knew a thing about latin music and we
were all shy. But this saint of a teacher would do the kindest thing.
If your ensemble sounds god aweful naturally people are going to look in the classroom windows and gawk. It was embarrassing.
The professor would make sure we basically knew the changes and the he would turn off all the lights so nobody could see each other and nobody looking
in could see us. Suddenly now not self conscious we transformed and we had awesome music emenating from under those doors. He was a compassionant man
and an amazing teacher. Each one of us left that class loving latin music. Ok maybe not the oboe player.
Growing up I remember having to explain to guitar players that bass was a legit instrument. To my neighbors. To my friends. Family. To befuddled
strangers. "Why do you want to play the bass thats not a real instrument."
But heres the real reason i wanted to start playing bass when i was 12 or so....
My friend at the time was a guitar player. He sucked but all the girls fawned all over him. No girls noticed me. So i hatched a plan. I know!
Ill learn to play the bass. Me and him can start a band and girls would like me too!
Well it didnt work out that way. I was a novelty and a curiosity at best. No girls liked me.
So i collapsed inward and focused on getting really really good at the bass. But still no girls liked me.
Then i went off to high school. Played the bass a lot. But nobody paid attention because some other guy with twice the personality already beat me
to it. He was "the" bass player there. All the girls were lined up to date him. He was dreamy or something. I could run circles around him and
did at the talent shows but still was the looser. So i still got no interest from women.
I became shy, awkward and even more reclusive. Deeply depressed.
People would get invited to the partys on saturdays. I was not. So i stayed home and got really really really good at bass. "Ill show them!" i
thought living vicariously through the instrument. My only friend at the time was an inanimate object and my heros were guys id never met like marcus
miller and robert trujillo (pre metallica when he was in infectious grooves) and j.s. bach. My only outlet to express my self became the bass.
Sure i was a good drawer. sure i was great at martial arts. (I was placing first at most of the tournaments -hey i needed a place to vent my angst)
so i began to hide behind my bass. I realized i could be on stage be loud and expressive but hide behind the fact it was the bass not me.
And i still had no women interested in me. I got good enough to play in bands. Played every venue on the sunset strip. Had a name for my self....as
a bass player.
Suddenly women loved me...well no.. they just loved my bass playing. Something i used as a avatar for my self. They loved the character on stage not
the shy insecure lonely boy i actually really was.
I was in my early 20s when i realized i couldnt hide behind my bass anymore. It wasnt working. So i started learning how to express my self away
from the bass. How to be more open, smiling and my true self. Not just some wonderboy on the bass. It took several years but i finally had
emancipated myself from my own self loathing. I had learned to love my self for the very first time in my life. Now i can be me and play my bass.
I took the screen name bassplyr not because i am a decent bass player. But to remind me of that little boy and all he had done to learn to love
himself. So thats how i got my screen name in case anybody ever wondered. Its a reminder. And although i enjoy gardening and plumeria and other
exotic flowers i chose flowers as my avatar again as a symbol of love and again as a reminder just how important that is to respect and love oneself
for who they are.
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