Conquer, or die!

Yesterday my ordered cd:s arrived, and one of them were "Cosmic Troubadour" by Billy Sheehan, the most outstanding bass player I've ever heard. Making a misstake on a bass is often expressed by missing tones because you play sloppy. Mr. Sheehan never misses, and is therefore my whole life at the moment. The bass guitar, by the way, is the sort of instrument that screams out loud that it will do everything to defeat you. It has strings that are so thick that you have to force them with all your muscles (oh, well...) to move. A distorted electric guitar, on the other hand, is the kind of instrument that almost plays itself. You just have to sneeze on it and it will make a sound. But the bass guitar never plays itself and it gives away nothing for free. No wonder most bass players started out because it was the only vacancy in the band.

Moreover, I am trying to engage my friends in a most pleasent event taking place in may. They seem somewhat reluctant to the idea of riding Icelandic horses in the woods, but I know they will thank me afterwards.