Mid Life Crisis

(Well, the masses have been clamoring for more information about our quiet member and since he has not volunteered anything, I am forced to speculate as I did with Steve.  I con only imagine Khang’s ruminations as he grooves to the bass line . . . Gilbert)

Music is the muse that guides my existence, no, it is more the blazing fire that forges the mettle of my quintessence.  My bass is the conduit that allows me to communicate with those less erudite than I.  My curse is my inability to pare down my reflections into monosyllabic equivilents that can be absorbed by the masses - I find I can mitigate the stress by smiling and nodding - this seems to mollify those that are not of the intelligentsia.

But I digress, you are inquiring about my association with Mid Life Crisis.  You could say I am the forefather of the band.  I hosted the nascent group in my attached automobile edifice for months.  Personnel came and went with John, Don & myself providing what continuity there was.  Ambition was lacking, song selection was obscure at best - we were what you might call “half-ass”.

Then, on a crisp fall evening, Gilbert joined us and we became but orbiting satellites to a brilliant force of nature.  Gone were the anthems of a somnolent drug subculture - we learned songs that would allow us to play at rhythmic jungle rituals.  Finally I would be recompensed for the thousands I had spent on equipment.  Finally I could dazzle on the stage - true, I don’t sing, I believe true brilliance shines best when concentrated.  But do not underestimate my primary contribution to the band - I bring down the average age by a good 5 years.

I’m a trifle pensive in that my opening comments and recalcitrant demeanor might convey the wrong message.  Perhaps Nietzsche can help me:  “Insanity in individuals is rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule”.  In other words, I love to party with all you crazy peeps!