Double Bass – Daily Writing – April 17th
Apr 16th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingAs the lights came up it took the corner position just to the left of the drums, the trumpet player counted them in and a slow swinging river of music started to burst from the banks of the stage. A purple light reflected in mauve coolness from the polished wood and a series of Cool Hand Luke notes emerged from the basement of the bass’s chamber. They were down, way low. looowwwwwwww notes, coming out in plinks and plunks like raindrops off a roof after a good dowsing thunderstorm. You could almost smell the freshness of those notes that sat on the musical breeze the group was blowing.
The droplets of bass sat just behind the rattling bones of the kick and kettle drum and the shimmer of the cymbals. It looked kind of strange at first, almost like someone had taken a treble clef from a stave of music and blown it out of all proportion, but the driver seemed to know what he was doing with this bumble bee of the musical world. It seemed to have a big fat Dodo body but the call of this bird was not extinct by any means. As the set picked up pace the bass player must have been imprintng his scent deeper into the wraps of the metal strings, they were all working hard up there, a sheen of sweat on each brow. It looked like they were all bonded together and working as one unit. A small shower of sweat occasionally sprayed onto the bass as the player shook his head to get his long lock of hair out of his eye.
