Ensconced in his soundproofed apartment, an unnamed musician discusses the paramount relationship in his life. Drinking and shouting — no one can hear him, but he shouts anyway — he discusses the love of his life, and how much he loathes it. His partner is his instrument, the magnificent double bass. It's an integral part of the orchestra's sound, its steady pulse is the taproot of the music, but no one cares. He denounces his bass as more of an obstacle than an instrument, a huge wooden albatross around his neck that he'll never escape — they're permanently linked. Did he choose to play the bass, or did the bass choose him? It doesn't matter. They're together for all time, always alone with each other.... More >>>