the next phase

Soon thereafter, my family left southern California and took Zenmaster with them. I had a hard time learning all these crazy bass lines like I used to, so I spent many hours with the Tascam 4-track, crafting new songs with my bass, a drum machine and a keyboard. I wrote some good stuff, but it’s hard to have inspired chemistry with yourself, especially when you’re focused on the technical aspects of the recording process. I slowly atrophied into a skinny armed, smooth finger-tipped music junkie with a dusty bass in the corner. I redirected my attentions to hiking and exploring the seemingly endless miles of canyons and ridges in the area. I walked for months… then years…with crazy music in my head the whole time, but alas… that is a different story.

Years went by…I was now a listener instead of a player. Things were starting to change in the world of music. The crossdressing hairbands had peaked and were finally losing their ground. The glam-band dipshits had to buy whole new wardrobes. Some of them chopped off their hair and denied their past, the rest grew goatees and traded in their spandex for flannel. Phish, Janes Addiction, Alice in Chains, and Primus all put out their first albums. Things were getting better.