FEMINISM: a definition
You know, I kind of like playing bass. It’s a lot of fun, once you get past the whole…holding down strings so thick you can’t feel the frets, and having your fingers cramp up from not being able to pause.
I guess it makes sense that I would like playing bass, since I’ve always liked rhythm guitar better than lead, and bass is basically rhythm guitar that goes unnoticed half the time.
I will not play life’s stupid games UNLESS I COME OUT ON TOP!
I just went to a museum of rocks and minerals. Most everyone there was families or random middle-aged people who needed something to do on a Sunday. But there were these 2 dudes no older than me, who looked obviously like they were in a band. I thought they were probably there for a school project, but it became evident that that wasn’t the case when they were totally nerding out over the rocks and petrified wood.
[I got into a conversation with them (one of them was, in fact, in a band), and asked if they knew any girls who play bass in Portland, and they were like “it’s so hard to find good bassists, ‘cuz it’s so easy to slack off when you’re playing bass.”
And since I can play bass now, I know just how right they are about that.]