Mä en oo löytäny raskaammalta puolelta mitään muuta hyvää bassosooloa kuin Kummelin hän-mies, mutta toisaalta en ole kyllä semmosta etsinytkään.
Peruskoulun laulukirjoista löytyy Sade:n Smooth Operatoriin nuotti ja sen pystyy kyl kuulokorvaltakin löytämään. Se on tosin smoothjazzia, mutta pitäs kestää opetella. Tuo Smooth operator näköjään mainittiinkin.
Yks hyvä bassosoolobiisi ois Dave Grusin: Friends and Strangers. Toi koko biisi ois soitettavissa sähköbassolla aika sujuvasti ja levyltä löytyy bassosoolo, joka ainakin mun kohdalla lukeutuu yhteen parhaimmista. Jos käyttäisin harjoitteluun sen ajan, jonka käytän täällä keskusteluun, olisin hyvä basisti. |
Introduction from Tony Levin’s book ‘Beyond the Bass Clef-The Life and Art of Bass Playing´:
In the beginning there was a bass.
It was a Fender probably a Precision, but it could have been a Jazz - nobody knows.
Anyway, it was very old…definitely pre-CBS.
And God looked down upon it and saw that it was good. He saw that it was very good, in fact, and couldn’t be improved upon at all (although men would later try). And so He let it be and He created a man to play the bass.
And lo, the man look upon the bass, which was a beautiful sunburst red, and he loved it. He played upon the open E string and the note rang through the earth and reverberated throughout the firmaments. Thus reverb come to be. And it was good. And God heard that it was good and He smiled at His handiwork.
In the course of time, the man came to slap upon the bass. And lo, it was funky.
And God heard this funkiness and He said, “Go, man, go.” And it was good.
And more time passed, and, having little else to do, the man came to practice upon the bass. And lo, the man came to have upon him a great set of chops.
And he did play faster and faster until the notes rippled like a breeze through the heavens.
And God heard this sound that sounded something like the wind, which He had created earlier. It also sounded something like the moving of furniture, which He hadn’t even created yet, and He was not so pleased. And He spoke to the man, saying, “Don’t do that!”
Now the man heard the voice of God, but he was so excited about his new ability that he slapped upon the bass a blizzard of funky notes. And the heavens shook with the sound, and the Angels ran about in confusion. (Some of the Angels started to dance, but that is another story).
And God heard this---how could He miss it---and lo, He became bugged.
And he spoke to the man, and He said, “Listen man, if I wanted Jimi Hendrix I would have created the guitar. Stick to the bass parts.”
And the man heard the voice of God, and he knew not to mess with it. But now he had upon him a passion for playing fast and high. The man took the frets off the bass that God had created. And the man did slide his fingers upon the fretless fingerboard and play melodies high upon the neck. And in his excitement, the man did forget the commandment of the Lord, and he played a frenzy of high melodies and blindingly fast licks. And the heavens rocked with the assault and the earth shook, rattled and rolled.
Now God’s wrath was great. And his was thunder as He spoke to the man. He said, “ OK for you, pal. You have not heeded My word. LO, I shall create a soprano saxophone and it shall higher than you can even think of.
“And from out of the chaos I shall bring forth the drums. And I shall make you to always stand by the drummer, and he shall play so many notes thine head shall ache. ”You think you’re loud? I shall create a stack of Marshall guitar amps to make thine ears bleed. And I shall send down upon the earth other instruments, and lo, they shall all be able to play higher and faster than the bass.
“And for all the days of man, your curse shall be this: that all the other instruments shall look to you, the bass player, for the low notes. And if you play too fast or too high all the other musicians shall say “wow”, but really they shall hate it.
And they shall tell you’re ready for your solo career, and they shall find other bass players for their bands. And for all your days if you want to play your fancy licks you shall have to sneak them in like a thief in the night.
And if you finally do get to play a solo, everyone shall leave the bandstand and go to the bar for a drink.”
And it was so. "You're not Jesus or Popeye the Sailor
You are Sigurd, an eminently capable purveyor of flava." |
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