Most of those gigs have been OK. Some have been kind of crappy. And some have been downright shitty and made me question why the hell I ever wanted to be a performing musician in the first place.
But every once in a while, one of those gigs comes along where everything just comes together.
You know what kind of gig I’m talking about: The vibe is just right. The sound is literally shaking the stage. The band is firing on all cylinders. The room energy makes you dizzy. The audience is putting out nothing but love.
And all at once, you realize, “This is it. This is what I live for.”
It doesn’t matter what else is going on in your world. Your chaotic family life, your boring job, your broken down car – all those things are relegated to the “who gives a shit” part of your brain.
At that moment, you’re serving your purpose, and nothing else matters. Your spirit soars and everything is right within your world.
That’s the power of the gig.
I love playing gigs. Nothing else makes me feel more alive, more vital, more relevant.
I also love the bass — the way it sounds, the way it feels, the way it looks. I love the way it makes the stage rumble. I love the way it makes my pant legs flutter when I’m standing in front of my amp.
Playing bass live is the shit, and that’s that.
Why do you play bass? What is it about that big, unwieldy 4 or 5-string beast that keeps you coming back for more, weekend after weekend?
Drop a comment below, I’d love to hear from you.
Oh, and welcome to the Gigging Bass Player.