There's something conflicting about the way I felt a moment ago.
Not necessarily the new year.
I just remembered that the greatest bass I've had has been sleeping in its gig bag for months, and a moment ago it was in between my arms, strapped willingly over my shoulder, extroverted and forthcoming. It's wonderful to sit at home and play along, alone.
Slowly, it sinks in. This notion, that is both graceful and forgiving.
Graceful in that it reminds me that this place I sink into, with the bass on my shoulders, this is the place where I'd like to let my mind rest, rejuvenate, recharge. Express myself without the responses of deconstruction that I get from spoken words, or even thought out words. I haven't played music in a while...long enough to not need it enough.
It's a forgiving notion in that although it reminds me of an abandoned sacred ground, and although the first feeling I get when it hits me is very much like jumping into a bathtub of ice water, this notion leaves as soon as I ask myself what I should do to return to that place. It isn't looming over my head, tapping its shoe impatiently. It is a specific, yet abstract notion. It isn't centered around action, but around inaction. Like some passive intervention that shrugs as it disappears, leaves you asking why or how did you get here?
Whatever, it's too big for this tiny room anyway.
mmmm......chocolate brownies and milk.
No comments:
Post a Comment