How do you explain a bass fetish? And yes, I'm starting to think of it as that by this point. And no, the bassist from my band and the bassist from my jazz band don't count.
Would it be cheesy to say I'm looking for someone who will complement me the way a bass complements a guitar? Who will play a metaphorical steady, walking bass line to support my metaphorical chord changes and improvisations, but who will still be able to metaphorically solo like a motherfucker?
I have no idea. I know that right now, I couldn't imagine being in a long-term relationship with a non-musician. It feels like that would be tantamount to dating someone who didn't speak English. And yet...by only dating musicians, I'm setting myself up for disaster. After all, as a favorite joke of mine goes:
Q: What's the difference between a musician and a pizza?
A: A pizza can feed a family of four.
Or: A guy goes to see the doctor.
Guy:"I'm having problems with constipation."
Doctor:"All right. When was your last bowel movement?"
Guy:"About three weeksago."
Doctor:"Hmm, OK. What's your profession?"
Guy:"Well, I'm a musician..."
Doctor:"Why didn't you say so? Here's five dollars--go get yourself something to eat!"
Saturday, September 18, 2004
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