GK: He stands in back of the band, a tall lean man with black hornrim glasses, the bass player. An crucial part of the rhythm section. But what goes through his mind as he plays. Now, simply by hooking up brainwave recognition software to a voice generator, we can know. The Mind of Larry Kohut.
(SLOW JAZZ BALLAD, BASS PERSPECTIVE)
LK: God, I sound good tonight.
Glad I tuned it.
Drummer keeps rushing.
Take it easy. Breathe. Take a pill.
Oh my god. I didn't park my car in a loading zone, did I?
I couldn't have.
How am I going to get this home?
Oh God.
That woman in the third row keeps looking at me.
Do I know her from somewhere? Melissa?
Darn. It was the loading zone. I was gonna move it and I forgot.
There she is looking at me again. It's her.
What happened, baby? Why'd you leave me?
Oh oh------ here comes my solo. I think it's my solo.
GUITAR SOLO
Nope. It's his solo. Mr. Personality.
He sure makes it look hard.
People love that, the way he makes faces, like he's in pain.
LK: Actually he's just trying to remember where to put his fingers.
Okay, my solo now.
BASS SOLO
Nobody's listening. Bass solo. People checking their voice mail.
If my car was towed, I'm going to have to find a ride home with somebody.
Melissa drives a station wagon. I think.
Okay. Here comes the singer.
CHRISTINE ENTERS
CD (SINGS):
'S wonderful! 'S marvelous!
I love to see your face
'S awful nice! And so precise.
The way you play the bass.
LK: Did I just hear what I think I heard? Impossible. She doesn't even know my name.
CD (SINGS):
You play so great and you know it
I'm in love with you, Larry Kohut
You're wonderful! So marvelous!
The way you play the bass.
LK: I'm hallucinating. Maybe I'm dehydrated.
Melissa. Look at me. Read my lips. I NEED A RIDE HOME.
PIANO
Jeeze, I think my D string is flat.
Oh well. It's only the bass. Nobody notices.
Oh no. She's standing up and putting on her coat. Why?
She's leaving with that hatchet-faced guy. Jeeze. I know him. He's a drummer.
Melissa. How could you give up a bass player for a drummer? It's like turning down filet mignon for a bratwurst.
Oh well. Guess I'm taking the bus.
She doesn't know it but she almost got to give me a ride home.
But what about that girl in the first row.
She definitely looks interested.
I just need to play out more.
SONG ENDS WITH A VERY FANCY BASS SOLO
It's me, babes.
You got a car