www.tripwamsley.bandcamp.com

You can get all of them.  Pay what you want for the first two.  There's free stuff.  Outttakes and the like.  I'll be adding so much more as the weeks go by.  Including, video and WAY more outtakes.  I have tons of stuff to add.  Love to all and LATER. 

TO HERE:  http://tripwamsley.wordpress.com/

YES.  Other things are moving as well.  I will keep thee posted on that too!  And now a brief blurb.  Or a blurb in my briefs.  I don't wear briefs.  Yes, I'm free!  Free ballin'.  Sorry.

This blog marks my inaugural wordpress blog.  I'm moving it from MySpace to here.   Frankly, everytime I logged in here it starts to feel like I was in some twenty-two inch rimmed hoopti listening to yo yo yippyo tunes.  Not my thing.  If it's yours I apologize.   Plus, constantly getting invites  from people like Tigg Biggler and the Necrofelchers Ultra show with special guests, Anal Bang,  Pink Sock, and Scrotal Pus was getting a bit annoying.  Frankly, life over the past year has not been conducive to music making and creation.  But, I'm back now and getting my act together again.  Heck, the setbacks are almost becoming a joke except the one involving my father.  He didn't mean it.  May he rest in peace.  Get thee over to Wordpress. Love to all and later.

      So.  The show overall was a successful failure.  As with all new ventures, 80% of the bugs can be worked out in the cubicle and the other 20% will rear it's ugly head in the performance.  Here's the list of errors:

 1.  While loading the car for the trip to the venue, I realized I was packing 4 basses.  Two of them were only going be played for one song.  Hmm.  I should have simplified and used just one or two basses and that would have sufficed just fine. 

2. Putting the keyboard on a TV tray.  I thought it would look kitschy cool.  Upon viewing my setup it looked just plain gay.  I needed a proper stand. 

3. I didn't use a bass amp at all and relied on the monitors for everything.  Front of house sound was slammin' but I missed the amp terribly onstage.  The room was large and my tone didn't translate well into the wedges. 

4. Managing the windows for the sequences and midimapping and all that falderal was touchy.  I needed to organize them better. 

5. Need to get some kind of lighting show going.  It didn't LOOK good.  These days you sort of need that with society going self-absorbed bling. 

6.  Upon looking at the video (there's more to come) my choice of the fretted bass was in error.  I think it would sound better on a fretless.  So, I'm going to redo some things to accommodate that.  With glee.

7.  Melodic development was at a nadir.  It was great to wank away, but on inspecting the video, to me it became tiresome.  I'll leave that for a NAMM show.



Make no bones about it, I like learning curves.  I'm not the most tech-savvy of people but I realize that computer stuff ain't going to go away.  It just isn't.  I think and believe that the computer and the many music programs have made it into a valid musical Instrument.  There's that and I'm going with it.  It's nice to be an older dog learning new tricks.  I don't really care if anyone thinks it's karaoke.  It's WAY more high-tech than that.  Every note that spits out of the thing is MINE.  I like that. 

Here's the successful parts:

1.  In reality I was sending the FOH soundperson the LITERAL equivalent of a CD mix.  My bass was coming out as 44.1 16bit.  There was no analog info involved.  As a result, the music balance was clean and massive.  Nothing was too harsh and the low end was wonderful.  When I heard the room shake with the bass pedals, that just lit me up!  It was awesome.

2.  Crowd osmosis.  The people my age and older, took a few steps back as I was playing, the younger folks kept moving forward.  It spoke to them.  I was thrilled by that. 

3.  There will probably have to be a dividing line 'twixt the 2.0 show and a solo bass show.  Hopefully people won't get confused. 

4. It was thrilling not to have the bass as the voice some of the time. 

5.  I think I am going to work something up where I play...guitar.  Hey, why not?

There's a new tune on the player at the moment.  It's a little soundscape I did.  I used some mellotron flute samples and other things.  I did something to where the sound quality became hazy.  I liked it.  There's no bass guitars on it.  But, it's got something.  It sounds like someone made a discovery.  Goethe said that all artists should be allowed multiple puberties.  Excuse, my while I enjoy another one.  Love to all and later!

   Here are some vid highlights from the 1st Tripster 2.0 show.  Story to follow!  Love and dig or don't.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLqVwdaxMdo&feature=channel_page

       I'm watching a thing on Frank Lloyd Wright.  I'm trying to focus some thoughts.  Frank must go for the time being.  I can't multitask in this manner.  Now I'm outside on the lappy, with some Long Island tea boopin' away.  Cap'n Morgan to be excact.  Plus my wife has the AC set at -349587 degrees Kelvin.  All molecular motion has ceased indoors.

This is my first blog, (that I would consider real)  in some months.  Frankly, I haven't had anything I want to say.  I mean, I started to have problems with the things that were falling out of my mouth.  This does not include crumbs, coffee drool, or loogy hack.   I have frankly been lost in the musical woods for quite some time.  Years frankly.  No drama.  Just got lost and found myself looking at some great scenery that took me away from solo bass guitar.  Frankly, I needed a lot of ROK and I got it.  I'm still craving more.  But, I digress.  And now here's the thing I had at the end of the trail: 

It's what I call a Zen 180.  It is this:

I DON'T CARE AT ALL ABOUT PLAYING THE BASS. 

Here's the one-eight-oh:

BY SAYING THAT IT MEANS I CARE A LOT.

I spent years preparing elaborate explanations about the way I see the bass and what it can do.  Great.  It can do anything.  Great.  Now what?  I can take it all and with 8 dollars go buy some Guiness.

I RESONATE.  I RESONATE.  ALL THE TIME.

I got sick of my own music.  I got tired of dogmas.  Rock dogma.  Bass dogma.  Jazz dogma.  Music dogma.

I RESONATE.  THE VOICE IS THE VOICE.  THE MUSIC IS ME.  I JUST HAPPEN TO OPERATE A BASS.  I love the bass guitar.  It rules.  In my book.  I now feel strongly that in preparing my elaborate explanations for what I was doing, ( and others as well) things  can now be explained in the above statement.  I DON'T CARE.  In my blagging on and on about "the way I see it" and all that falderal, I may have MISSED the point of music entirely.  What's apalling, was the energy wasted (maybe it wasn't) explaining things to myopic, dogmatic Cornnozzles.  I haven't the time anymore. 

I RESONATE AGAIN.  I RESONATE WITH YOU.  We all have pitches, intervals, timbres etc. that really turn us on.  A lot those things that turn me on have nothing to with the bass.  Actually, the bass is one small part of it.  What a putz I be!

THE POINT?  I can only start guessing at this time.  I reach outside of myself to something larger, deeper every time I write or perform or record.  Through music, I can wake up inside of myself.  I can transcend my own skin and crawl towards a bigger light.  I can resonate with something, someone, someplace bigger than me.  Bigger than cliche'.  There I said it.  Also, in my music I don't think the bass should be the voice all time.  Until, it should be the voice all the time.  I'm mostly listening to  composers at the moment.   Toru Takemitsu is on the player right now. 

Now.  What's going on?  Well.  Since everyone and his brother has a looper now, I've pretty much put mine away. Plus so many are doing it better than me and the others are well... sub-optimal.  So. The solo tunes I'm writing at the moment are absolute.  The looper is being replaced by a computer and some software.  A keyboard (to play some mels here and there) will be joining me and some MIDI Taurus pedals will be with me also.  I will have the looper to play one or two old faves here and there. 

I HAVE NOW BEEN JOINED BY MY NIMROD CAT.  KIT-KAT THE SQUIRREL SLAYER.  He just darted off.

Also, my solo rig has been condensed to two small racks.  I'm eliminating amps (for the venues that have big PA) and mixing and processing everything from the lappy.  I will always use amps for the rock shows though.  The amps need to go to make room for some props.  I want to do a multimedia show.  There will have to be room in the car for all that accoutrement.   That's part of a two year plan.

Plus as I was griping about how  hard it was to find a quiet venue for solo bass, (or solo ANYTHING for that matter) why not make a bigger show?  A bigger spectacle than, some needle-nosed, twitchy little man holding a bass?  Then in the midst of that, when I do play absolute solo stuff, it will mean more.  To me for sure, and hopefully to folks that come to see it.  I can now have the volume and morph and loop more than my bass.  I'm having great fun with it.   So, come see me and the machine and me and me open up for In Liquid at AJ's on June the 20th.  Do it and live.  Love to all and later!

New tune on the player. Making use of a massive wave of emotion. Finished this thing. Typing short sentences. New "tune". Starring me on programmes, bass pedals and a bass. Used stuff. Played lots of notes. Tasteless. Dig or don't. Big love. Indiffernce to the haters. Ride the wave. I need a drink. I will have one. Thanks to all for the sympathy. We love thee!

Just found today that my dad has cancer.  There are no words.  The sky and the grass have never been prettier.  Some moments I think it's very rude of them.  In others, I am most appreciative.  Dad is 80 and taking it on the chin.  That's why he just fucking rules.  I love you dad!  Keep him in your thoughts and prayers. 

In keeping with Last Year's resolution to document as much as possible my musical journeys I have posted more vids.  I'm starting to feel like Stewart Copeland with his Super 8 footage.  I have more to edit down and post but tempus fugit and all that jazz it's slow going.  To reiterate, the reason I am posting so much is to minmize discombobulation when someone expects solo bass and gets a rock tune or something else.  I'm into almost anything and everything.  So far things are looking up to do many things in ROK and I'm catching up on networking to get and do some cool things.  I don't plan on any forays into solo bass until I get some new things going.  Experiments abound but nothing is proving itself neato.  That said, ROK is coming along nicely.  I'll be posting a clips montage soon of works in progress.  Many ideas there and no shortage of more to come.  The faucet is on and flowing and I'm captializing on the momentum.  Recording of some sort of widget may start next fall, along with a better plan for format and special things.   A 10 tune CeeDee ain't gonna do it this time.   Is it doing it for anyone else?   I'm not so sure anymore.  It's a neat and risky place to be. 

To vids:  one is another tune from S. Whiplash Esq.  One is from the Power Triplets.  Dig or don't.  Love to all and later.

indeed. Videeoe funn. Why yes, it's one of S. Whiplash Esq. LLC's original tunes and some snippets of cover tunes we umm, improv upon. Notice I didn't say "improve." That is subjective. Utterly. But, I don't gives a poo with corn. We was fun and we was heavy and then we was fun. Yes, I'm still sore tonight. But, hey! When this is the first real stretch I've had in months. I don't think I'm doing too bad. There's talk, of us writing together again. Talk. There's talk of possibility. But, all talk will stop if the fun stops. So, caution is the name of the game. But, here's a shout to the folks that helped make this night possible. We love you!

Sarun Wamsley

Stacy Babaz

Jessica!

Cal T. and Big B for gear assistance!

Dustin and Jesse for spare mics and cables.

Jason and Luke of AJ's for having us!

We might see you again later this year. Then again we might not. We like it that way...

And now the Vids:







One can't forget the peeps who came out to see us! We thank you very much!

  This just in:

Ferg bled a bit from playing so hard.

He wiped blood on my bass.   

Great improv moments abounded.

My tone was slammin'. Pleasant, yet devastating.   Like a good cup 'o coffee. 

The music and energy was great.

I jumped and had fun all night. 

I am very sore today.

I proved to myself that I am still alive.  

Special thanks to those who hung out and helped us bring in the New Year.   Video coming soon.

We'll do this again at some point. 

Goodbye 2008.

What I learntded last year:

Just when you think you can't take any more, you find out you can.

I lost interest in solo bass due to lack of imagination and always knee-jerking straight to mindless thumb jerk-off crap when it's my turn to burn, on my own or with a band.  I need to rethink some things and work on other things.  Right now I just want to be in a COOL band.  And I am...

Friends rule.

God is gracious.  

My wife rules.

My son rules.

Here's to a nice year of ROK...and good company!