Growing up Bass Player

The Last Gig

On that last night we started playing there was no one in the club. Everything on stage sounded extremely loud so I walked of the stage and on to the dance floor. After walking back about 25 feet (Samson wireless) I realized that I could no longer here my bass guitar. There was a lot of bass coming from the stage but it wasn’t me. I actually stopped playing and the sound coming from the stage didn’t change. I didn’t say anything at the time, I just went back on stage and continued playing. When I was a foot away from my amp I could hear myself. Hmm, what could be the problem?

During the first break, while talking with Gary (lead player) I told him that they (the band) didn’t need me, there was more than enough bass being produced on stage without me playing. He agreed with me, not that I should stop playing, but that there was way to much bass being produced on stage. Neither of us made mention of what or who was causing it but I thing we both knew it was the “big ass bass drum mike”. We drank a beer, boy did I need that (at least I thought I did), and we went back to play set number two.

As the night went on things got progressively worse. Like there was more and more bass on stage. In about the third set, I came to realize that I could hear the bass drum. This, as you know, was something new for me with this band. As I keyed into it I found, to my horror, that Glen would hit the bass drum, like, when ever he felt like it. What was up with that?  He would hit it between the beat. Then he would wait three or four beats and then hit it again. There was no rhyme or reason to what he was doing. 

The Real End