Biscuit, Juice and Salt Bae

One thing I never realized about being a freelance and opening yourself up to various bands, is that it can wear one thin. Everyone expects you to give your highly devoted time to them, and as a good musician, you should. On top of that, making time for your own individual rehearsals is such a hustle, taking into consideration that I'm also an aspiring entrepreneur. Tiring as it may get, I still wouldn't trade it for anything. My ideal destination in my career life is one where I work numerous hours, tirelessly, at something I enjoy, with constant travels in between. I already have a room waiting for me in a hotel in Hong Kong for when that time comes. 😊 #lawofattractiontingz

Amidst this hectic week of early morning rehearsals and performances with various bands, I had an epiphany: the bass drum makes the bassline. During one of the rehearsals, our theme for the week was reggae. This band also thoroughly enjoys bass and drums solos so much that it's reached a point where we almost have no point for the keyboardist and lead guitarist, because almost half of the time the music consists of Mr New Drummer and myself. For reggae music though, I would understand their bass and drums obsession, because generally speaking that's what drives the mood of the music.

Theoretically speaking, reggae basslines are not complex. It usually consists of the root and fifth of the chord you're playing, maybe add a third, and if you're feeling extra adventurous, throw in a couple of unnecessary passing notes with #saltbae swag. Oh, and groove.

Simple as it may be, the guitarist and the keyboardist don't quite have as much work on reggae grooves, which gives the bassist room to be heard. With this room to be heard, why do people, including myself, go absolutely crazy for the simple basslines? In my opinion, it's like getting excited because an ordinary individual counted upto ten. The answer finally came to me the other day. It is because of the presence of the bass drum. Something about this presence gives the bassline life, especially when used properly. Had the bassline stood alone, it probably wouldn't be having the same effect. Sauti Sol and Dela's song "Mama Papa", which has some reggae feel to it, is one perfect example. The bassline consists of almost nothing but roots and fifths, but it is such a powerful and enjoyable bassline, and the reason I fell in love with and married the song. The reason that bassline stands out so well is simply because of its strategic location with the perfectly timed presence of le bass drum. They fall so perfectly together that it's almost as if the bassist and drummer were the same person. It's like biscuit and juice.

Guardian Angel Manenos

Happy New Year!! 😊

As cliche as it sounds, I am excited for the new year and what it has to offer. During the last couple of months, I have spent some much needed time with myself and with God. This time has brought me to a wonderful headspace, making me feel rejuvenated and as ready to conquer the world as I was before...

Even though we are barely through the second month, I have to say that this year is going pretty good so far. I have been working on developing my percussive style, and in the process, I fell in love with Richard Bona. I've always loved Richard Bona, but this type of love is at a deeper level that I didn't quite see coming. Not only is he a creative individual with considerable depth and ability, but his skills as an instrumentalist and composer are far beyond par. I saw a performance of his recently where he was doing a bass solo - and get this - aside from his flawless, on key scatting, he harmonized his bassline with his vocals! As if it isn't hard enough singing and playing at the same time! It's almost physically impossible, what this man can do. With all this ability, let's be honest though: jazz music is like cheese. No one is ever born loving jazz music or cheese. It is an acquired taste. Initially, I admired Richard Bona for his bass abilities, but his music needed some getting used to. Now that we are well acquainted, my love goes beyond the percussive bass and down to the genius use of sound and harmonic combinations.

According to Noel Burch's theory of competence, there are 4 steps to being competent in a particular area:

   1) Unconsciously unskilled (we don't know what we don't know. Isn't ignorance blissful?)
   2) Consciously unskilled (we are aware of what we don't know and need to know)
   3) Conscioisly skilled (we know that we know what we need to know)
   4) Unconsciously skilled (we don't know that we do know, because it just ones naturally)

This also applies in music and I do believe Richard Bona has definitely reached the last stage. As I grow as a musician, it is my goal as well to reach that last stage, where my music shows profound intellectual depth, and where I don't have to consciously consider what I am playing, as my mind, body and instrument will be one.

Also, in these past months, I have decided not to tie myself down, because life is all about give and take - not give, give, give, give, until you're depleted. If I need to stretch my wings, I have the freedom to do so without fearing about whether or not anyone would be offended, because frankly, no one would give me that same consideration anyway. In that light, in as much as I play with various bands, I don't consider myself as part of any band and neither do I have the same emotional commitment I once had. This new freedom to me feels like when you're finally over a relationship and are back in the dating scene, enjoying a little harmless flattery here and there, "the chase", and a couple of coffee dates here and there. Ah, bliss.

Now that I am "single and ready to mingle", I have been more open to meeting and jamming with musicians other than my usual ones. Of the ones I've met so far, there's one particular lead guitarist I met at a concert last year who has grown to be one of my best friends and gives me the best support ever, including moral support and pushing me out of my comfort zone. "Guardian angel manenos", as he calls it. I also recently had my first serious rehearsal of the year with a band. I was initially a bit nervous because firstly, other than my usual drummer, last year I only played with two other drummers, whom I've known for a while. This was the first time in a whole year to play with a completely new drummer. Aside from the fact that this drummer is one amazing fellow, I'm usually nervous around new drummers as opposed to other instrumentalists because I imagine that they pay more attention to my playing, as I do to theirs, so they'd be quick to hear my mistakes. Secondly, these guys are fulltime professional musicians who play with big names in the industry.

Whenever I meet new people to play with, their initial reaction when they find out I'm the bassist is to be impressed, then (I think), to imagine I'm just trying out the instrument, then get extremely impressed that I can actually hold down a groove and I'm a girl. So, the session went quite well though.  The formerly arrogant keyboardist repeatedly told me that I'm better than most bassists he's heard and the drummer told me that my groove is strong (which means a lot from a drummer, who happens to be a bassist as well). Then of course the keyboardist had to go ahead and add in "yes, and she's a girl."

Band Shenanigans

Walking away from someone/something you love has got to be the most difficult of tasks in life. In the last couple of months, I have been struggling with the decision to leave my band. As my saxophonist friend once told me, your instrument is an extension of yourself. For this reason, I guess it is inevitable that your playing is affected by surrounding situations...well, unless you have this amazing ability to separate yourself from life. I am still working on it...

Anyway, playing in this band has benefited my musicianship in many ways, and I have made some really awesome friends in it, but quite honestly, I think this relationship was meant to be doomed from the onset, and this is why I felt I should leave:

1) From the beginning I felt like an outsider. This was because I came in as a replacement for the bassist who had to leave to pursue further studies abroad. Just as how I feel emotionally attached to the band, I assume the rest of the band felt that way towards their bassist, and of course having a new person changes dynamics. I look at it as a step-parent trying to fill in the shoes of your parents; it's not something we automatically embrace...

2) Mixing business and pleasure. Aiyaiyai. Where do you even draw the line? What I have learnt as an entrepreneur is that when you do business with people you are familiar with, they tend to take things very lightly, even bordering on taking advantage of you.

3) On that note, relationships are a no go zone *face palm*. Before Mr Man drummer, I dated 2 other instrumentalists that were in my previous bands. Why I never learnt from those experiences, only God knows. *face palm*. Like everyone in a new relationship, you just assume that all will be rosy and the relationship going down the hill, no, down the Himalayas, is actually a myth at the beginning of it all. A huge myth. There is a very thin line between love and hate, and I reckon that's the reason why couples'  disagreements tend to be way more intensified and dramatic than disagreements with your non-significant other. As a bassist, chemistry with your drummer is a must. In fact, if you are best friends off-stage, the chemistry is on another level. When you are in love with your drummer, let's not even go there. Your music will just be heaven. On the other hand, it is quite difficult to play with someone that, um, you are not quite fond of. That rollercoaster of bi-polar emotions is something I would rather not deal with, thank you. *note to future self: never ever ever times infinite  date a band mate. Ever.*

4) As a multi-instrumentalist and composer, I want to have some sort of independence. As I was looking for opinions from my close people on whether to leave or stay, I approached a friend of mine, who was my former vocalist and has experience dealing with bands, and knows me quite a bit. She voted for my departure, giving the reason that she thinks I would do good as an independent musician, rather than as part of a band, because a band set-up is limiting to what she thinks I am capable of. I agree with her, because, in as much as I love the role of a bassist in a band, I would not want to be tied down and known as "the bassist of this band or that band", simply because I am more than just a bassist. Also, playing as part of a unit defines what you play and how you play, because as a band, you have "the band sound", which might not entirely be you niche. Long story short, I would one day want to be like Brian Culbertson, and I don't think being in a full-time band will help me be him. Until I get there, I think session musicianship is my new direction.

5) I don't know whether it is just the Kenyan culture or what. Music is not as respected here as it is out there, and sadly by musicians as well. Of the bands I have come across in the Kenyan scene, I can count on one hand those that look at their hustle as a serious profession, and such bands are doing quite well, even on the international platform. The rest of them though, just look at music as a side-hustle. Unfortunately, this includes some of my band members. Of course, as a result of this, progress (or lack, thereof) is quite evident in the minor details. I mean, the way you treat your sidedish isn't the same way you would treat your main, no? Also,  because some members don't see themselves in the long run being professional musicians, there's only so far we can go as a band. I am at a point in my life where I need stability, be it in my career or in my relationships, and thus and such, I really don't want to entertain tentativeness. Nope. No, sir. Given my disappointment working with bands here, and what appears to be an unfavorable environment, I am seriously considering leaving the country as early as in the beginning of next year....


With that, I exited the WhatsApp group. Nothing is more dramatic than "Risa left the group". It just signifies some type of anger, even if it was a polite removal of self. I never wanted to do it that way, but the bandage had to be ripped, or I would forever be in a rut. I don't know how I'll ever fire somebody. I don't have the heart to. Just like my cousin who dumped her boyfriend. When she was telling him the news, she cried so hard that he was the one consoling her. My band leader, who happens to be a good friend, has taken advantage of my soft spot though, so as I see things, I might be convinced to return soon. Oh woe.

First Sam

*Eminem voice* Guess who's back....back again...*jig*



So.....I'm back. It's been a while, hasn't it? A lot has happened in the last couple of months but, yeogi seoyo ("here I am" in Korean....I'm on that Korean vibe. Seoul, see you soon!). As is the norm in life, situations come and go, and oh-so-dreaded changes become unwelcome guests in your life. As a musician or artist, one's work is largely influenced by the events in one's life. As evolving beings, we all experience continual growth and (hopefully) learn from experience...

The last few months have been quite a journey of self-discovery, in life, and musically. I have met all sorts of musicians, played songs I love, performed songs I hate, been pushed out of my comfort zone (catapulted, actually), disagreed with band, made up with band...you name it. In fact, it's been more than a journey; more like a roller-coaster ride.  But out of it all, I believe I have finally found balance on my two feet. I have a more solid idea on who I am and whom I want to be as a musician

Before I get into philosophical analyses...

The best feeling as an artsy soul is that of sheer inspiration, which I have been lacking for some time. Since January, I have only completed one composition, and that is even just because my friend pushed me, as a good friend should, to complete it. But now that I am out of that negative whirlwind of a period, my muse is back in business *crowd applause*. My dear muse, thou hath been missed :') *runs and jumps into muse's arms, and like long lost lovers meeting in a sunflower field after years of estrangement, they cry away the past's pain and laugh at the future's joy*

One of the people credited for this light of inspiration at the end of the tunnel is my very good friend, Sam. I had once mentioned about my favorite Kenyan bassists being a Sam, Haron, Ricky and another Sam here -> Another Sam: Matters of the Heart...well, first Sam, not the other one. Yup, that one :) So, after meeting up at Utam Festival after a reeaaaally long time, and after months of planning to meet up, we finally met up recently and have been hanging out quite a bit.

The reason this guy is one of my top bassists, is because he is a groove bassist; a rare gem these days. Most bassists I come across are those who are more showy and forget the very important role of the bass as a supporting role and part of the rhythm section. Not that I have anything against showy, busy basslines. By all means, show off. But there is a time to show off, and a time to be humble. Be humble or be a lead guitarist, yawa!

African music is very strong on rhythm, and as an aspiring African bassist, I truly admire bassists that play their role. Take Richard Bona for example.  This guy can do runs and licks that can make some super seasoned bassists reconsider their career paths, move to China, and start a new life. However, being unconcerned about the spotlight much, he reserves such for specific moments...kinda like the "a wise man only speaks when necessary" thing. Even as the lead singer, Richard Bona always remembers that le bassist and le drummer are best friends and should support and complement each other on stage.

Back to Sam...I have a deeper appreciation for rhythm than I did before, and for this reason I truly enjoy listening to Sam play, because of his groovy, rhythmic style. He literally thinks like a drummer and has such a refined percussive technique, that if the drummer doesn't show up for a gig, Sam on bass can hold down the band so well that one would barely feel the absence of the drummer. Also, being in the industry waaaaaaay longer than I have, he has some pretty neat experience up his belt. So, yeah. I am learning a thing or two from him. He also encourages me in many areas, gives me big-brotherly advice, pushes me beyond my limit in music and gets me some good business deals *pound it, bruh*. Also, aside from my usual practice sessions, I have supplemented my rehearsals with some one-on-one bass and drum sessions of nothing but rhythm, grooving and tightening the bass and drums chemistry, which I try to make happen for at least 3 hours a week.These sessions have really helped me, especially given that other than during band rehearsal time, I get zero rehearsal time with my main drummer. I find that this has really improved my rhythm, as well as improved my listening skills and flexibility so much, that when I am asked to play with different drummers, I don't worry about losing the beat or being out of synch with him. I now have a good feeling about my dreams of being a good percussive bassist.


Speaking of all things rhythm and percussion...I once played with a percussionist and drummer at a show, but now that I really appreciate rhythm better, it is my dream to perform with another (or the same) drummer and percussionist.....sigh. This would be my face on stage:

But 'till then, groove on!

Just Drop It

"Just drop it."

Over some lovely wine and dinner with family earlier on in the year, this was the line that was dropped on me. It had quite a profound effect on me, that I am still recovering from the aftermath. I do not remember anything else that happened that night. And no, it was not because of the alcohol...

As any type of creative artist, I believe the biggest gift you can give yourself is that of freedom. Recently, my devotion and meditation was about the power of forgiveness. The reason I thoroughly enjoy the company of children, is because of their "black and white" view of life. They either like you or they don't. They never pretend. They never have hidden agendas. My 6 year old godson, for instance, would throw a tantrum and slam doors because I refused to buy him a toy car, but five minutes later I would be his best friend and Tom and Jerry buddy again. In as much as he cried his lungs out, much to the dismay of onlookers who thought I was an abusive parent, he would not hold on to my "meanness". There's just a certain type of calm and freedom that comes with having a child-like mentality. 

In life, we meet many people or situations which leave us bruised. Most of the time, such people or situations never apologize or make it right, so we remain scarred. We remain slaves of our hurt. As you writhe in pain and cry yourself to sleep at night, the other person is probably dreaming of a lovely holiday in the Bahamas. They're probably even having a holiday in the Bahamas. But you are here in your cold apartment burning your insides and stunting your growth. Just drop it.

Other people are not the only ones you need to forgive. You need to forgive yourself as well. You are only human and make mistakes. But that's okay. Just drop it. For me, the hardest period in my musical life was when I played in the band of a church I used to go to. Playing the keyboard with super-talented professional musicians, coming fresh from years of playing a different genre and playing songs after hearing them for the first time the previous day, saying I was thrown under the bus would be an understatement. As I grew in music, I was always top of my class and a high scorer in music exams, so joining this band as an underdog of course had an effect on me and my ego.  Also, being the perfectionist I am, I took quite a thorough beating on myself over my perceived "failure". Because of this, I treated myself as an underdog, and in response, they saw me as an underdog, so much that if I bump into one of them and happen to mention that I am going for rehearsals, I am asked "you're in a band???", with a tone that suggests impossibility. Never mind that they knew I was their lead guitarist's bassist in a fairly successful band prior to joining this one. I also realized that this "underdog mentality" started to affect my playing and interaction in other bands. I finally had the last straw when a student of mine....sit down for this one....decided he would take it upon himself to suggest what an inadequate musician I am for not being able to use the "transpose" button on the keyboard that I do not own. 

*blowing own trumpet alert* Please note: given that I am a pianist with quite some decent experience, the theoretical knowledge I have gained over the years allows me to be able to change the key of any song. Without a button. Not only that, but I know the pitch of all transposing instruments, so much that the saxophonist in a band I used to play for would ask me to tell him his key, because he knew I would be able to do it fast and without hesitation. Any true musician would appreciate the ability to transpose mentally without struggle *end of trumpet blowing*

Anyway, I decided to forgive them for that situation. I did this because firstly, I was treated as an underdog because I allowed myself to be an underdog. Secondly, I know that they are good people who knew not (and probably still don't know) what they were doing to me. I also forgave myself, because I am human, and humans stumble. But that doesn't mean it's "game over". Forgiving does not mean that it is okay to be a doormat or that you go back to the situation. It just means that you choose to let go of the pain and anger, and that, my friend, sets you free. I realized that since I dropped it, I am able to be free and to be myself, so much that sometimes I even surprise myself with the basslines that come out of nowhere. So, just drop it!

Of Lipsticks, Variables and Basses

I have a very lovely friend, who also happens to be a female bassist. I like listening to her talk because she has quite an interesting perspective on life and music. One of these interesting things she once enlightened me about, was how, without looking, you can tell the difference between the sound of a male instrumentalist and that of a female instrumentalist. She explains that this difference in sound is as a result of differences in thought processes as we play. She theorizes that because men are one track minded, when playing, they only focus on the music. Women on the other hand are distracted by a million and one thoughts, and because of these distractions, they have a less confident touch than that of a man.Her basslines, for example, would sound like a question, whereas a man's bassline would say, "I am not asking you whether a G should be played here. I am telling you that it is a G." Even if the G makes no musical sense, because he played it confidently, it will.

 Here is an example of what probably goes on in our minds:

Male Bassist: I'm feeling it *continues playing amazing bassline, crickets sounding in his head*

Female Bassist: I am so nervous. What if I mess up? Will they kick me out? Will they laugh? Will they think I'm a joke? I love these new shoes. They look so good. And this lipstick...to die for. *happy sigh*. That guy is so cute. Oh my goodness! He just smiled at me! Should I smile back? What if he thinks I'm easy? But I don't want him to think I'm unapproachable! *sad sigh* To smile or not to smile. That is the question. Oh no!! Oh no no no no no no!! NO!! I just played a 3 instead of a 1! UUUUGH! That sounded so bad. I am such a loser. Now no one will want to marry me. I should just become a nun now. Maybe it was my calling. *catches reflection of face* Oh my goodness. This lipstick is the best decision I made this year. I want to kiss me. Who wouldn't want to kiss me? Aiyaiyai.  *pouts lips* Oh no. Now this other guy thinks I'm blowing him kisses. Eeew. No. Hapana. Haiwesmek buda. I forgot the progression for this part, so I'll just slide on the fretboard. *guitarist likes it and whispers "nice"* Ooooooh yeaaaaah. Who's bad? I'm bad. Solid move. Well done, girl. Well done. I love the progression here. Musical genius. Oh oh! The drummer just looked at me sideways. SIDEWAYS! OH MY GOODNESS! What does that mean? He's probably upset. We are supposed to be in this together, but I let him down. I am half a second behind him on beats. He can't even bare to look at me. He can only look sideways. I should hang my head in shame. Half a beat too late. *sigh*. Eish! This lipstick though! I am in looooooooveeeee! Finally.....we are approaching the chorus. This song is taking way too long....

On that note (see what I did there? *wink*) it is in my New Year's Bass resolution to not let extranious variables occupy my thoughts during rehearsals or performance. Let's see if this will make a difference in my sound :)

First Performance 2016: I Accept Hugs

I had my first performance of the year. Yaaaay. And it was on a Monday. Ummm.....yaaaaay?

Other than teaching piano on Monday evenings, I usually don't have anything going on for me during the day. I can say my week truly begins on Tuesdays. Or maybe I am just in denial about the end of the weekend. Either way, I never get Monday blues as a result. But, ladies and gentlemen, I hereby announce that for the first time in years, I had Monday blues. I am usually excited for performances. This particular performance, I should have been over the moon about, because it was a group I had wanted to play with for a long time, and it was my first performance of the year. But nope. I had that "ugh, work again" feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Firstly, we had only had two run-throughs together with the band, so I wasn't particularly confident with how we would sound. Secondly, after a particularly grueling disagreement with Mr Man, we had just made up the day before. After all the sweet nothings muttered, the only thing I wanted to do, as a result of that post make up high, was to stay at home and cuddle all day. The rain even set the mood for me. Like, it was a sign that we should stay home and love each other. Tightly. But alas, real life happens and bills will have to be paid and my red BMW X6, with custom made interior, will have to be bought. Unfortunately for me (and all ye suckers for romance....I see you) staying at home loving each other will not pay the bills. As someone once rightly stated, we cannot show up at our children's school and say, "forgive us for not paying the school fees, but we are in love. Will you take hugs instead?"

With that, I begrudgingly attended the performance. Other than some slight hitches with the sound because of power outages as a result of the bad weather, I would say that the show went pretty well, especially given that we did not have enough time to rehearse and half the band members were new.

At the end of the show, my cousin, and probably my closest friend and sister, asked me how the show went. Of course, being me, I ranted about the sound and lack of drums and what not. Then she pointed out to me that I am a perfectionist and I always think I performed poorly even when it was a good performance. The conversation with her made me realize that I really should lighten up and just enjoy myself. Besides, most times the audience wouldn't even have noticed that part where I played the C-sharp instead of the A-natural, right? *shrugs and skips away*