Do you ever put yourself to sleep?

No, I'm kind of an insomniac and my practice amp is right next to the bed and my wife is also asleep for some reason, bass at 12-1 am bothers her when she's sleeping, not sure why?

 

Not everyone shares my sense of humor, but I would find it quite amusing if you post this exact thread every day.

 

Actually, I get more wound up when I play.

 

Not quite my experience. I often play my bass just before retiring for the day. And as I get drowsy I find I come up with some really nice riffs. I force myself to stop and write them down. Then I go to bed. The next morning I wake up anxious to try out those riffs again - I pull out my notes and........


They're JUNK! Seemed so good last night, but they are trite, derivative junk. Maybe tonight.....

 

The last person I want to listen to late at night. . . is me!!

 

No, but your post put me to sleep...both times.

Yawn...Ratz, here I go aga...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

I have vivid dreams of creating and playing incredible bass lines, sometimes not even on basses. Then i wake up.

 

I have a lot of musical dreams, involving music from my own head. I always forget it, though.

 

I've been there! Playing in dreams, I'm almost always in the zone- I can hear everything around me, anticipate what's coming up, improvise beautifully on the fly... IRL? Not so much. I mean, it happens, but it's fleeting. I like it when I'm there, though!

 

I use my voice recorder on phone all the time now.....some are keepers.

 

This one was posted 2 hrs 33 minutes early though. What's up with that?

I play myself to sleep pretty often. At least a handful of times I have managed to just barely catch the bass and stop it from falling onto the floor as I was startled awake by the sensation of slumping over and dropping the bass.

 

Evening is my practice time, when wife and kid are in bed. Doesn't matter how tired I am, i always put in 30 min at least.

Practice > sleep

 

I remember More or less falling asleep at a recording studio while tracking a song. It was about the umpteenth run through of The song, on the mellow side for my band so I was seated, about 2AM, and I was drifting into a bit of a dream state. Kept playing. It was that state where you aren't sure that what's going on is happening, or your dreaming, etc.

 

This is an easily solved problem.

 

No I truly go the opposite direction, if I start playing bass instead of going to bed I would be wired for hours. Many times I am in my music room and have the wife yell at me to go to bed, because I just play for hours and loss track on time

 

Happens to me all the time. I get a riff or melodic idea, or some lyrics in my head, while I’m driving or doing something where I just can’t stop; or I’ll have trouble sleeping and plug in and things will really take off, most which I’ll forget shortly after I’ve played them.

It used to bother me. A lot.

But then, one day I realized that if that was what was constantly happening with me…then there must be plenty more where that came from. Hmm…

After that I stopped worrying about the ones that got away. Creativity isn’t something we only have a finite supply of. The more you exercise it, the healthier and more prolific it gets.

My feeling about my own creative bursts is that it’s not like they're the last starship departing Earth. They're more like the Metro. You miss the first train out, you just hang a bit and catch the next one.

Like the Kiki Dee song so famously said:

Feel funky!
Feel good!
Gonna tell ya
I'm in the neighborhood.

Gonna fly like a bird on the wing
Hold on to your hat honey,
Sing, sing, sing, sing.

I heat up, I cool down
I got words in my head so I say them.
Don't let life get me down
I catch a hold of my blues and just play them.

I got the music in me…
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Yep. That last line sounds just about right to me.

 

In my old apartment, I had my bass and guitar rigs in my living room. I’d sit on the couch and play myself to sleep.

My cat would always go under the bed when I played. I’d wake up to find him on the arm of the couch with his head leaning on my shoulder.

I miss that, and him, a lot.

RIP, Snap.