DeepBass

1.Two ponies that you liked to see in writing? Vinyl Scratch, and Octavia. 2.How many OC's do you have? Due to being an author... oh so many. 3.Which is your favorite OC? Ivory Keys 4.Which Cutie mark do you think you'd have? A Bass Clef... duh. 5.If you could be any species of pony which would you pick? Pegasus. 6.Your favorite genre of fanfics? Romance... (Usually without the sex.) 7.Favorite MLP song writer?(Like wooden toaster jackleapp mic the microphone ect.) The Living Tombstone, easily. 8.Favorite song?(Out of anything.) According to iTunes, it's Basshunter's "Now You're Gone" but I say it's "Come Clarity" by In Flames. 9.Favorite Colour. Blue. Any shade. 10.If you had to spend your life with one pony who would you pick? Vinyl Scratch 11.Which pony would you pick if you where stranded on a island?(Magic don't count.) Rainbow Dash. 12.Favorite Fanfic. Ooooh. That's tough. I'm gonna go with "Haunting Remix" by Valorousspectre on fanfiction.net 13.Favorite MALE (not mail) pony? Big Mac 14.Wierd hobby? Um... Hm... Drawing ponies? 15.Least Favorite pony? Rarity. 16.Favorite Problem or villan? Discord.

Midsy smiled at the pony who had extended a hoof to her. "Hi! I'm Mid Wobble, but my friends call me Midsy! Nice to meet you, Geary! It's always nice to meet somepony who knows stuff! Bass normally looks at me strange when my brain kicks in." Midsy smiled widely, as she spoke, and looked over at Bass. "HI, BASS!"

Bass sighed, knowing that if he wanted to play his show, tonight, he'd have to put up a slight effort. "Fine. Sign me up." He then kicked his hoof, hitting his guitar case, and sending it flying up to the counter. He quickly unbuckled the case, and opened it, revealing a V-shaped electric guitar. "Just tell me what I have to do." [[please note that I am laughing like a madman at the usage of these nautical terms. xD]]

Well, I've used everything from Koss to Sony, and even Beatz. I found the Skullcrushers by Skullcandy to be better for the price, and they tend to bring out the bass in my production, which allows me to fine tune it to how I want it. I'm not saying there isn't anything better, because I'm sure there is, but for $50 they're pretty darn good.

Bass was completely puzzled by the mare. "Just what exactly are you getting at? How exactly are we going to make a difference against Discord? All we've got is three musicians, a playwright, a barista, and whatever he does," Bass said, nodding toward Newsworthy. "Unless you know something we don't we're kind of screwed."

Bass watched in a slight amusement as Newsworthy gulped down the tea whose smell had been assaulting his nostrils from the moment it hit the counter. Finally, Bass broke his silence. "So... Why would Discord, the spirit of disharmony, be talking to you, specifically? I've heard stories of ponies making deals with the Disharmonious One, and all, but that seems a bit farfetched, don't you think?" [[Yeah, I need to go to bed, too. Phone's about to die, anyways. I'll be watching for the epic explanation, tomorrow morning, when I get back on.]]

Bass had finally stopped his twitching, and was now watching the conversation before him, sipping his coffe, slightly intrigued by the mention of Discord, and eternally grateful for Newsworthy's interruption.

On second thought... screw that. Too much RP to take a night off.

Anypony who was paying attention would notice Bass's right hind hoof twitching, due to Bass's growing nervousness, as the mare winked at him. Then they would've noticed his pupils dilate behind his glasses, when she asked about his music. The only completely noticeable hint of nervousness was in his voice, as he fumbled to answer the simple question. "Uh, well... I play a bit of jazz, and um... I play some blues. I'm decent on the violin... For using my hooves, I mean... I mostly do acoustic or rock, though... I guess. I kinda used to be in a band, back in Filly. FILLYDELPHIA! I mean Fillydelphia. Quikhor5. Heh heh..." Bass smiled awkwardly, again, after that perfect example of how NOT to talk to mares.

A pale yellow unicorn with a straight red mane with a few white stripes, and ruby red eyes seemed to appear out of nowhere, and immediately began on a rather long winded rant. "Well, the answer to your circuit transfusion problem is quite simple, really. First, you'll need to take the main circuit board, attach a variable transformer, the attach variable resistors on each side of the transformer, then you have to cross-connect a single automatic variable three-way switch connected to an auto-current limiter to both resistors, then you have to connect a capacitor-diode-diode pattern on resistor 1, and attach a thirty watt tube transistor to resistor 2, then you have to connect all that in a complex parallel circuit." The mare remained silent for a moment, holding a pondering look on her face, then randomly squeaked. "Hi! I'm Midsy!" A loud smack could be heard across the club, as Bass slapped a hoof to his face.

Bass managed an awkward smile,and rubbed the back of his head, his heart racing as the mare spoke to him. "Truly a pleasure to meet you, Miss Persnickety. I'm not actually touring, so to speak. I'm more of an independent musician. I take jobs where I can, and opportunity just happened to open the door to a local bar, here in the city. I'm actually from Fillydelphia. And what, may I inquire do you do?"

I've actually compared numerous pairs, and skull candies are more suited for what I use them for.

Bass turned his head, upon hearing his name, setting his coffee on the counter, the special yellow lenses only accentuating the silver flecks that made his eyes look like a starry night sky. His eyes shot open when he saw the same mare that Midsy was going to talk to standing right behind him, a blush covering his face, his voice beginning to carry a heavy note of either embarrassment, stress, nervousness, or a giant mixture of the three. " Uhm… hi. I'm Bass." Yeah, definitely not one of Bass's smoothest moves, but there was at least a reasoning behind it. Although the musically multi-talented Pegasus was able to overcome his own physical limitations to learn to play multiple instruments with the precision and style that he did, yet the one thing he two things he couldn't beat were his past, and the mental and emotional strain that it had put on him. Ever since that fateful day, Bass was never able to go into his own home studio without shedding a tear for the mare from his past. After all, the studio used to be her room.

Midsy, who had quickly slipped out, while nopony was looking, stood outside, and watched the mysterious pony come outside, and look at the clouds intently. She stood for a moment, wondering what the pony was looking at, then decided to look up at the clouds herself. She gasped dramatically as she saw the pink, fluffy clouds. There had only been one other time that she had seen those kind of clouds, before, and she knew what that meant. Yep. CHOCOLATE RAIN! Midsy, somewhat excited, yet somewhat uneasy, galloped over to the strange pony. "Hey, Mister! Why are the clouds all pink and fluffy? Is it gonna rain chocolate milk like that one time, cause that would be SO AWESOME!" Yes, Midsy was a cheerful one. Her personality was always that way. To some, it reminded them of a bubbly pink mare that they had said that they had met in a place called Ponyville.

Well, since I've spent all night playing Borderlands and Roleplaying, I haven't gotten any sleep tonight, so accordingly, I'm taking the night off. I more than likely won't be doing any Roleplay tonight, so I can get a little bit of sleep. God knows I need it. I'll do some roleplay throughout the day, when I get the chance, but tonight's still in the air. It really all depends on how I feel after I get off work.

It wasn't very often that Deep Bass was given the opportunity to take a vacation. Especially not bby himself. It was a strange, yet nice change for Bass to get some time to himself, since he was normally hanging around with his friend Mid Wobble, or his sister. It was nice to spend time with his friend and his sister, but occasionally, it was nice to get a little alone time... even if he was still technically working. Yes, even though Bass was on vacation, he was only in Stalliongrad to play a few shows at the local coffee houses. As Bass cantered through the streets of the snowy city, his guitar case slung over his back, he was beginning to wonder if he was lost. He looked around, watching the other ponies going up and down the streets, wondering if he should ask for directions. After a second of internal debate, he decided against it, and instead kept going. Though he had spent his life in Fillydelphia, and the surrounding cities, Bass was always fond of the snow. In fact, he always wished that Winter never ended, and that the beauty of the snow would never fade. After a few minutes of aimless wandering, Bass finally stumbled upon a small club, and decided to go inside. Once Bass had made it in the door, he began noting the surroundings through his amber aviators. The whole interior consisted of red walls, and blue tables, chairs, and booths, complete with a neon blue carpet. Bass didn't even think to look at the name of the club before entering. Not like it really mattered, to be honest. Bass quickly took a seat, and waited for the waitress to come over. As he waited, Bass reached into his saddlebag, and pulled out the letter from the club, and read over it, to himself. "'Dear, Deep Bass...' blah blah blah, 'We, the management at the Blushing Ivory...' Ah! That was the name of the club! The Blushing Ivory... Hm... Maybe somepony, here knows where that is." "Good morning, sir. How may I help you, today?" Bass looked up, and saw the waitress pony, and offered a kind smile. He pondered for a second, and answered in the kind of polite tone that only the long humbled son of an opera singer, and a jazz musician could muster. "Good morning, ma'am. I would very much appreciate a glass of hot black tea, if you carry it." The waitress smiled, and nodded. "Of course, sir. I'll have that right out to you." Then, the mare cantered off. Waiting patiently for his tea, Bass looked around at the other ponies who had wandered into the club that morning.

Well, as Artax said, if you're not willing to put money into it, you won't get anywhere without learning how to severely tweak what you have. For instance, since I finished my first decent track, I've poured at least 500 dollars into equipment, and software, and even so, I need more. Right now, I'm working with Fruity Loops Studio 10, Fruity Loops Studio Mobile (on the iPhone), a Korg Minikey2 midi controller, Dubturbo 2.0 (For beatmapping), Sonivox Wobble (Killer software, if you know how to tweak it right) Sony Acid Studio 8, a Blue Snowball USB microphone, and a pair of Skullcandy Skullcrushers (So I can tweak the basslines to my liking). And to be honest, it's really not that easy. Electronic music still requires a decent amount of music theory, and a little bit of know-how. It also requires a decent amount of dedication. I'm not trying to sound discouraging at all. In fact, I love to hear other independent musicians. So I'd like to close on a positive note. If you put in the time, and effort, you can make something truly amazing.

Bass smiled sheepishly, and placed two bits on the counter. "But of course, ma'am. Again, I apologize for the spill." Bass reached into his saddlebag, and pulled out a small, leather hardcase. He set it on the counter, and opened it up, revealing a pair of eyeglasses with transparent yellow lenses. He then grabbed the small cloth from under the glasses, and wiped the lenses off, then put the glasses on. "By Celestia, I hate these things."

Just a thought.

Bass smiled innocently. "Sorry about the last cup. My friend, he-" Bass looked over at the empty chair where Midsy was sitting. "Um... right. Yeah, I used to play in a band, back in Fillydelphia, but that's the past. How much do I owe you for the coffee, ma'am?"