Isn't that everyone's 'Endgame'?
I really hope this was meant to be sarcasm or some kind of weird joke that I don't get.
Life gives you dogpoopie, so you make dogpoopieade.
I'm in the middle of my own manufacture of dogpoopieade and sometimes it's not as easy as that simple saying seems to imply.
Darned straight. Rolling with the punches is one of the hardest life skills I have never been able to master.
Good luck to you.
Backup bass is what I meant. I could only handle...err...tolerate one wifeWives or basses?
Hang in there. Buy and play basses and be happyI now own about 15 basses and 20 plus ukuleles. Before my divorce...I owned 1 bass for 40 years----a '65 Precision. I am obviously trying to compensate for losing my wife, my 3 daughters and my home. So far its working.
Thanks for your concern. I was really just being sarcastic. And I agree with what you said about music healing. I will post a pic soon. Thanks again.Not trying to be a dick, but it kinda sounds like depression. I'm only saying this because I've been there and for similar reasons. I've come to realize that no amount of instruments can permanently heal the human heart. What can heal it, however, is the music that you create with them. I'd also like to add that my private message box is always open to you or anyone in need of an ear or to share horror stories. I promise to check my usual sarcastic self at the door. Seriously not trying to preach and I wish you luck on your journey. It's also customary to post pics of your collection.
Well actually....I am paying child support on my 3 kids for the next 3 years. Dont anyone ever get divorced in N.J. Even if 2 of your 3 kids are "emancipated"-over 18...you continue to pay the full ammount until the youngest is 18! Its extorsion!Good thing she decided now when the kids are grown, heh? You’d probably still have one bass with child support payments...
(I’m only guessing...I don’t have kids and I’m not divorced)
Thank you for those words of wisdom...Very coolNot trying to be a dick, but it kinda sounds like depression. I'm only saying this because I've been there and for similar reasons. I've come to realize that no amount of instruments can permanently heal the human heart. What can heal it, however, is the music that you create with them.
ahh yesThere's a reason great art is often weird and contradictory. Often freedom comes at a price. Love always eventually leads to loss. You move on however you can, and sarcastic jokes help you put it in perspective, and even count your meager blessings. Life gives you dogpoopie, so you make dogpoopieade.
Are you an historian of music? That's interesting knowledge.Part of the dark humor is the perverse joy that comes from people who don't get the joke.
This is a coping mechanism for the rough spots in life that is as old as humor itself. There's a tinge of truth and a touch of sadness that people can relate to. The heart of irony.
Have you ever heard of Joseph Joachim? One of the best known violinists of his day, he had adopted an old German adage Frei aber einsam as his personal motto. It means "Free, but lonely" roughly translated. Schumann composed a symphony for him (along with Brahms and one of Schumann's students) all themes based on the notes F A E as a tribute to the sardonic personal motto.
Brahms, at 50, still single, adopted Frei aber Froh, by the way. Free, but happy. Used F Ab F as the beginning theme for his third symphony. He was deeply in love with Clara Shumann, who was off limits as the wife of his friend and mentor. She had to tour Europe as a singer to support her family when Robert went mad and spent his last years in a sanitarium. But he found meaning in helping the Shumann family, the platonic love of his ideal woman, and his music. FAF (Brahms' third) was inspired by his experiences, and wove major and minor intervals back and forth between the violins and the bass, one would be minor while the other ran a major melody, then they'd reverse -- Sometimes sad, sometimes joyful, sometimes both at once -- as a subtle comment on the bittersweet nature of life.
There's a reason great art is often weird and contradictory. Often freedom comes at a price. Love always eventually leads to loss. You move on however you can, and sarcastic jokes help you put it in perspective, and even count your meager blessings. Life gives you dogpoopie, so you make dogpoopieade.
I remember when the guitarist in an old band got divorced. Pretty soon there was this whole refrigerator of a Marshall stack in his tiny new bachelor pad.
Are you an historian of music? That's interesting knowledge.
Hahaha LMAO! Good for you!!Pre-divorce drum kit:
Post-divorce drum kit:
Any questions?
Forget the drum kits, contrast in your facial expressions had me in tears!Pre-divorce drum kit:
Post-divorce drum kit:
Any questions?
Not to blow my own horn....but I'm considered one of the best bass players on Staten Island. Which is like saying I'm the biggest fish in the puddle. I am contacted by several band 2-3 times a week to fill in-not knowing what they play. I'm not even given keys to play in! I'm 62 years old and have been a bass player since 1968. The fact that I've been kept so busy makes my losses easier to take. When I go a week without playing out, I get to thinking how I failed my wife and kids. OK enough psyco analalysis...get on with life! Music does make life worth living!Thank you for those words of wisdom...Very cool