The best kept secret…?

Ask anyone to name the three most commonly heard instruments. I can almost guarantee you one of them will be the guitar. However, the guitar has a relative. In some worlds, that relative is well-known and fundamental. In most worlds, it’s the hidden prize so nicely concealed that it gets thrown out with the empty cereal box. I’m talking about the bass. In an attempt to get my mind off of something, I decided to take myself to a place high on my “favorites” list. With a growing addiction, I walked into the Guitar Center and went to the little crevice towards the back that the bass calls home. I picked up a bass (I have a rather unfair preference of Fender Jazz basses) and went to an amp, turning the gain to 10. After finishing with the basses, I went to the guitars. As I began to play one, I started to wonder if there ever was a eight-year-old who pled mercilessly for a bass instead of a guitar. Why do guitars get all the fame? Will the bassist remain the figure in the back, next to the drummer, plucking away with claw-like fingers, lacking prominence forever? Why do the guitarists run the show? Will I get the money to get that bass before the price goes up?

Video of the (insert measurement of time here).

This is what happens when Muse (one of my favorite bands) doesn’t get to sing like they want to. Lip-syncing is bad when you try to hide it, hilarious when you don’t. Watch.

Branching out.

In an attempt to talk about more on this blog than fascism, politics, and why the 43rd president of the United States should be fitted for an orange jumpsuit (good idea, Glenn O’Brien), I’m posting a music video I happened upon. It’s a “fuck you*” song I happened upon while bored on the internet. *”fuck you” song: Any song where the basic message sent is “fuck you.” Sending a “fuck you” song to someone is the equivalent of telling them “fuck you,” unless you warn them beforehand.