So Saturday night was the night that I traded in my old six string for the chunkier, heavier four-stringed version, the bass guitar for one night only. One of my friend’s bands was in need and who was i to decline? I’d spent the Wednesday night and the Friday night learning the songs and it was all going to go seamlessly. But anyway, we arrived and got told that we were playing first which wasn’t really ideal because nobody ever remembers the first band on, and seeing as it was a battle of the bands final we could have done with people remembering us , but hey, someone has to go first and I guess we just drew the short straw.
So after sound-checks and a short measure of merriment we were being told “5 minutes!” so we strapped on our respective axes, wheeled the amps onto the playing area (or carried the ones that didn’t have wheels) and began to put plugs in sockets, then before I knew it, we had started.
The first song did not go well. Not for me anyway, even though I had convinced myself that I knew all of the riffs and would be fine, as soon as the first song started, I had the familiar feeling that I recognised from practising with the guys, the feeling of “oh crap, what am I supposed to be doing in this bit?”. But it wasn’t so bad in practise because when I got lost either Matt or Jonny (the guitarists) would turn and show me their fretboard so that I could just follow along with the root notes, but they were both moving far too much during the live show, and with enough hair to keep a wig maker happy for a year between them, i could barely see their fingers among the flashing lights and flying locks, let alone their position on the fretboard, so I had to kind of ‘wing’ the first track.
It got easier after the first song because I knew that the bass started the second one, and that was an easy riff, and then the rest of the song just sort of rolled out without too many hiccups. All the while I was kind of, rocking on the spot, trying to look impulsive and energetic rather than uncomfortable and trying too hard, although I think with the amount of time i spent blatantly staring at the guitars for guidance I probably did look uncomfortable but hey, I was playing strange songs on a strange instrument and I was under pressure, and I think most people knew that, well, most people that were there to see us anyway, so I think I got away with maybe not looking entirely natural onstage.
By the time the third song came around I was thankful for a break. The third song was a slower one that was simply 3 notes all the way through on bass, the old 4, 4, open, 2 sequence (fret numbers) and so we all just had a bit of a chill out for that one which was nice considering my mouth was dryer than Gandhi’s flip flops by this point and sweat was pouring out of places I didn’t even know existed. All this was about to change with the beginning of the fourth song. This number was the most technically challenging with quite a bit of fast finger moving which I’m usually ok with, but everything is so much bigger and involves more effort when playing bass and pretty soon, my fret hand had almost seized up, but I just tried to relax it a bit and keep going, it wasn’t like I could just stop playing.
I think the fifth song drew the set to a close, I can’t remember if it was 5 or 6 that we played, but either way I was absolutely gone and as soon as we’d finished playing I tried to wheel my bass amp out round the back of the venue (the way we came in) to my car, I immediately regretted this as it was pouring down with the fattest heaviest rain I’ve seen in a while, and then when I got round there I discovered that the gate was locked and i couldn’t get out with it. Brilliant. So I had to wheel it back through the hordes of people I’d just had to steer it through along with many “excuse me”s and “sorry”s and so five minutes later I was back inside with my amp having achieved nothing with that struggle except got very wet. So I thought “right, sod the amp for now, I’m gonna go see what the guys thought of the show”.
So I went to find them, and basically spent the next couple of hours just chillin round a sheltered table outside. I got the impression that the rest of the band thought it went really well, Matt said that he hadn’t enjoyed a gig that much in ages and they all seemed to think it went pretty well, and so did I truth be told. I thought it was a good performance backed up by powerful music which despite a few cock ups on the bass, sounded pretty awesome.
I had left before the result was announced (it was a battle of the bands final) and so I had to find out that we didn’t win by a text from a highly inebriated guitarist. So we didn’t win the battle of the bands, which would have been the icing on the cake, however I considered it a small personal victory as it was my first time playing bass live onstage and I didn’t completely screw it up, in fact, I think it went quite well.
See the beginning of this story – Bass Guitar
Until next time I have a story to tell,
Speak to you later x