The rest of the country spent the afternoon watching a bunch of blokes kick a football around a field this afternoon. The only. balls I was watching were the ones on the ends of my bass strings. I'm learning to bow and those big, fat bass frequencies are the audiological equivalent of sticky date pudding
It's not often you get multiple double basses in a room. More often than not one is sufficient. So it's a treat to park Antoinette with a group of similar beauties. Rumour has it they might all meet up for a big, fat bass session tonight. Bass nap time
These are tricky times. Lucky we have music to save us from the madness. If you see me singing as I go about my business it's because it keeps the anxiety at bay and my feet on the ground. And of course, there's nothing like a happy song played by wonderful musicians to lift spirits.
