...would be nice. Ok, I'm at work, its nearly 3am and I'm listening to 'bah samba' while trying to write something on this much under-used blog. This music is awesome, it is funky latin-infused dance music which isn't afraid to delve into jazzy breakdowns that ensue the most fiery passionate vocals I've heard for a while.
I particularly like the copious indulgence of percussive instruments that flank the fluent solid soul of the music. Despite the relentless drive of the 4/4 time signatures there is this thoroughly assiduous onslaught of bongo's and conga's reminding you of every single rhythmic subdivision and this makes proverbial ear candy of the most delectable variety for an aspiring percussionist such as myself.
I know that subconsciously my mind is busy absorbing and memorising the music that I listen to, which in turn will manifest itself in the music that I play, to a certain degree. I'm not saying that having listened to these rather phenomenal musicians will suddenly enable me to emulate their abilities, although that would actually be the best thing ever, but what I am saying is that it will contribute towards my own creativity in an indirect way. For example, I will be jamming with my band and I'll find myself executing a rhythm or a fill that I had previously not been capable of. Something like that is not just a result of practice, the inspiration has to come from somewhere, and it can be aural and/or visual however it could be something I listened to yesterday or two years ago, who knows!
I suppose the mind is a gargantuan vault of information stored in the form of memories and instincts that contribute to every aspect of our lives. On that note I find myself facing the trivial yet painstaking dilemma of deciding whether to have the tuna mayo sandwich or the ham and lettuce one. Hmmmmmmm.....and so the non-linear waffle of this tired soul returns.
Peace
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