<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116883</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:15:28.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a masterbasser</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterbasser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterbasser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dinnax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116883.post-89965159</id><published>2003-03-01T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T22:54:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;4/4 Eb harmonic minor on sforzando. Pickups to 4. Ready?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I feel like i'm destined to rule the world? Seriously. I don't mean 'rule the world' like god damn Hitler or anything, i'm talking about why i feel like i actually am significant. I know nobody is, but i still feel like am. Nobody is significant. If you died would that many people really care? Oh yeah sure, 100 or so people would turn up to your funeral. Good job Mr. Man, you've managed to touch 2 billionth of the human race. Don't feel sad, i probably wouldn't get as much as you anyway. I don't know. I'll probably end up like 75% of the whole population that just keeps on dreaming. I wonder what it is that makes me feel like i'm actually worth something. What can i do? I can slap circles around you. I can play all the major scales in 2 octaves by heart on 3 different instruments. I can sight read. I can tell you what the dynamics and articulations on a piece mean. That's all i can do. Go ahead and kick my ass in academics. But what does this all mean? Music my freind. M-U-S-I-C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music? Big Fucking deal, you say. I beg to differ. It's one thing to buy it and listen to it, but to make you're own... shit. That's probably the best way to get a sense of satisfaction and 'oneness'. I've tried other things. Believe me. Sex gets you nowhere. Weed is all good but not good enough. Alcohol just tastes bad. Drawing/painting and watching television is superficial, unless ofcourse you're watching Spongebob Squarepants. That's besides the point though. That feeling you get after you finish writing That song is tremendous... almost like the first time hitting kashmiri hash. So here's my advice to you, start making some music and get ahold of some grade A kashmiri hash. Some of you are probably thinking "but i can't play". Start. The holy trinity - gutar, bass and drums, are the must learns. Piano? No. And know why? I've met many a teenager that aspires to become huge by playing piano. If you aren't classically trained, best bet is that you suck. You can't just expect to know all 12 major chords, all 12 minor chords, all 12 7th chords, all 12 5th chords, all 12 3rd chords, all 12 dimished 7th chords, all 12 harmonic minor chords, all 12 dorian chords, all 12 phrygian chords, all 12 lydian chords, all 12 mixolydian chords, all 12 locrian chords, all 12 augmented major chords etc. without knowing all the classic theory behind that shit. All you need to do is learn one of the holy trinity of instruments. They're the easiest to learn and most fun to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's get back to why i mentioned music. It's the only thing i'm good at. I love it. I even study it as a freshman college course. That's why i helped form my band, Wan Long Kok. And the best part of making the band was that everyone had the same love for music that i had. Must be the genes. Those guys are real talented fucks. WLK has been through some weird shit since we played our first gig i tell you. People've tried to literally hunt us down to try and kick our ass. We've been dissed, mocked, harassed and accused of worshipping a rag doll. Sometimes i ask myself, why the fuck us? Which comes back to my initial question "Why is it that I feel like i'm destined to rule the world?". What doesn't kill can only make you stronger. We aren't dead yet but we sure as hell are stronger than when we firt started out this adventure. I'm not saying WLK will be huge or anything and i don't even know if thats what we really want. I highly doubt that we'd be huge for these 2 main reasons A) we aren't white and B) we live in Brunei. We would love to get signed though. Imagine that... getting paid to do what you love. Almost sounds like a fairy tale. How many people really get to do that in Brunei? There's a difference from learning to love something and to love it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full of shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5116883-89965159?l=masterbasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116883/posts/default/89965159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5116883/posts/default/89965159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterbasser.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89965159' title=''/><author><name>dinnax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
