When I am playing the bass line to Zero Defects’s ever-popular chant song, “No More Control,”*I am transcending abundance and scarcity. I am in the middle ground between the idealistic phase in which the song is conceived and the materialistic phase in which it becomes a set of sound vibrations for a bunch of thrashing kids in the pit to beat themselves senseless to. I am just playing, just moving my fingers and trying to hit the right notes at the right time. Thought is no longer part of the picture. All forms of action are like this.
