Scarcity

I love that word. I think it’s a really important one.

Scarcity is the problem of infinite human needs in a world of finite ressources.Yeah it comes with about everything in this world.

From that, you find yourself doing things you would usually not do when not having issues of lacking something. You adapt to a new situation and that seems to be good for a lot of stuffs.

Countless important things in science or art have been discovered or are born from scarcity, was it on purpose or not. Here’s my last experiences on that:

• No amp, no subwoofer: it means almost no sound with an electric bass. I did three weeks without it. Focus on fingers position instead of sound, focus on melodies instead of rhythm, paying attention to what I was playing and filling the notes in my head on the E string.. Back on my Ampeg I felt like sharper and stronger, able to do stuffs I couldn’t get back while in France. CA’s sun helped me too.
• Just a few LPs-I didn’t-listen-to-yet for this trip: yeah, sometimes it gets a bit boring but I made memories with this music that are going to be forever connected to those albums from Shock or Side Effect. I can feel the wind of Venice on some tracks or see the sun going down on others. I think the all “every music I have in my Apple brick” is pure BS. You don’t need that. Your brain cannot process that. You end up either not listening to new stuffs because you have your favorite old ones or either listening for the 6 millionth time to this particular song instead of this album you should dig more. Yeah scarcity pushes you to make fucking choices without ducking them. I know it’s hard.
• Having to talk another language for every primary stuffs –I need to pee, what’s your name again? No me recuerdo- forced me to be social. Not that I’m not but I had to whenever I wanted to or not. Which is good. I still need improvements though.
• Time: I met her in the middle of the first week. I knew I wouldn’t have a lot of time windows to get to know her. “Two weeks left and no Kitt nor Batmobile” I thought. It made my ass move the hell out of my guest room, it increased my will to go all the way from “hi!” to “I miss you so bad I asplode kittens against the wall to make myself calm and comfortable”. I was damn right to do so. Now I’m stuck in France and it forces me to think. Think that really, I want to get back to her and L.A. because it’s fucking un-negociable.

Hey, thanks scarcity!