Bass fishing

Looking for the bass line amidst the rhythmic shuffle I listen to hope as it noodles through the scale, but within the depths of the pocket I feel no resonance and hear no inspired argument to give me cause to deviate from my path. As much as it is the musical backbone, it is a distinct voice which has the responsibility of guiding change, and it's just not there. So we play on, despite the erratic knee-jerk dissonance associated with a lacking understanding. And, like dining on lukewarm food, the satiation is all but pleasurable. The beat and search goes on.