I had been traveling back from Mexico on a trip in college and had only slept about four hours in three days (not even at once). I was beyond exhausted and frustrated with a lot of things, so all I wanted was to get back to my dorm and sleep. Several hours later I'm laying down and about to drift off when two of my closest friends come knocking on my door, drunk and laughing loudly, asking to borrow my TV and the Fight Club DVD. I was so frustrated that I couldn't seem to get some down time that I actually growled like an animal. The pounding on my door stopped and I heard one of them say to the other "Was that a bear?"...and thus the legend was born...
Somehow this evolved into a song we would jam on regularly called "The Bear Plays The Bass", which was the entirety of the lyrics, all played to a 1-5-6-4 in whatever key we were already in, while every 3 minutes two of the three of us would rotate instruments and start again. It was understandably awful.
Somehow this evolved into a song we would jam on regularly called "The Bear Plays The Bass", which was the entirety of the lyrics, all played to a 1-5-6-4 in whatever key we were already in, while every 3 minutes two of the three of us would rotate instruments and start again. It was understandably awful.