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May these frequencies

Carry loaded whispers

Between earth stars

-安天美

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Bass notes begin in wood and wire, but they don't end there. When we speak of frequencies "carrying loaded whispers," we're touching the ancient understanding that music isn't merely sound – it's a force that moves through matter itself. These frequencies are literally waves of compressed air, born from vibrating strings, traveling outward like ripples in a cosmic pond.

Think of how a bass note feels in your chest before your ears catch it. That's the "loaded" part – each note carries weight, intention, physical presence. Yet paradoxically, they're also "whispers," subtle messages that bypass our conscious mind and speak directly to our bones, our blood, our deepest sensing self. To us, these whispers speak in a language older than words, a dialect of pure feeling that needs no translation.

The line "between earth and stars" places these musical messengers in their true context. Bass frequencies anchor us, like roots drawing nourishment from soil, while simultaneously reaching upward into mystery. They're the mediators between ground and sky, body and spirit, the tangible and intangible realms.

When we play bass, we're participating in this ancient dialogue. Each note becomes both prayer and answer, both question and revelation. The lowest frequencies are earth's voice – think of whales singing through ocean depths, think of thunder rolling across plains. The highest frequencies belong to the stars – cosmic radiation, the spinning of galaxies. Bass music lives in this in-between space, translating between these realms.

This poem suggests that music isn't just something we make – it's a force we channel, a language we borrow from the universe itself. The real magic here lies in the recognition that we, as musicians, as listeners, as human beings, can serve as conduits for cosmic conversations. Through our instruments, through our appreciation, through our surrender to the groove, we become part of this grand translation project – helping earth and stars remember their ancient dialogue, one frequency at a time. We are living bridges, transforming abstract cosmic mathematics into physical sensation.

In just three lines, this poem captures the mystical function of music: not merely to entertain, but to facilitate communion between realms, to carry messages between worlds. It's a reminder that when we play, when we listen, we're participating in something far more than ourselves – something that stretches from the depths of earth to the farthest reaches of the stars, connected by invisible threads of resonance, of frequency, of loaded whispers. From the cosmic background radiation (a Bb 57 octaves below middle C) to the lowest rumble of an earthquake, from a lover's whispered secret to distant pulsars marking time – it's all frequency, all rhythm, all music.

Welcome to my frequency ✨.

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