Day 2: Write something someone that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot.
This one could go really well, or really wrong, depending on where I, as the writer, am at on any given day.
I could regale you with tales of my youth when I was bullied. These stories have stayed with me, and some still haunt me today, although I’ve all but eliminated them from my thinking.
Instead, I’m going to look at one case that came somewhat recently from my friend Bob Buckley. We’ve done a couple of recordings of his music during my tenure here in Victoria. Most recently, Bob and I were chatting at the Hal Leonard booth at Midwest in Chicago, and he passed along a tremendous compliment – he liked my tone and my playing.
It’s not the first time someone has paid a compliment about either of these aspects, but, being the person that I am, I’m occasionally leery of what folks say about me.
Tone is something that can be intensely personal. It’s like clothing or hair or makeup, and if it’s working for you, it’s great, but if it’s not, it can be a huge challenge. I’ve worked long and hard to get my sound, or at least the sound that I want to hear, out of my bass and equipment. I’m closer than I’ve ever been.
My particular style of playing has evolved. I can’t consider myself a jazz player anymore (or could have ever, really), and I don’t fit squarely into any other camp along the way. I just play bass.