City Night Music

As the tapping of my black heels start to form a rhythm, I can almost hear the bass in my ear.

The bass is deep, dark and secretive. Just like the city night. It is also a foundation for everything, as much as we might fear this deep sound, it is a constant comfort. Something that is familiar and essential to any music or night. 

The bass is the silence that surrounds you while you walk home, the guitar is the people you hear from a slight distance. They are always experiencing strong emotions, taking the centre of the stage with confidence that far outshines the bass. Sometimes you might even hear them sing. At times, the guitar might even go wild, for it is far more adventurous. But tonight's music is calming, illusory and appreciates the bass, and the guitar understands that. So it's higher pitch plays in the distance.

I am nothing but a member of the audience for this music. I came to this concert wearing a white t-shirt with some unknown band on the front (it's too big), my dark blue skinny jeans and my simple black heels. My hair is down, unkept, I wear no make up. You see, when people decide to join the city night and it's music, they want to impress. They believe the midnight's eyes judge them. It doesn't care, it doesn't give a damn. It's just there to play it's music. Nothing more, nothing less.

In this City night, I encounter artificial light from time to time. This is the keyboard. The street lamps and signs all bring a scene of uniqueness to the music, you never know what colour it is going to play, adding a scene of mystery. It plays tricks on you, making you believe that you're listening to something else. However, this isn't out of spite, it is simply the keyboards way. Tonight the lights dance around, happy to be part of a group. It shines brightest during these city nights.

I jolt suddenly as I hear a siren in the background. The drums are loud, intrusive and fierce. The city sounds are always on the go, never wanting to stop. It understands that it's late, and that people are trying their best to sleep, but it's considerate to it's audience, wanting them to have fun. So sometimes it breaks the rules, and cuts the nocturnal air. Of course it is scolded at by the bass, who demands that this music is calming and illusory, meaning that there is a huge contrast in sound as drums turn into bass.

When I reach the outskirts of the city I am on a higher level, meaning I can look at it with a clear view. With this hindsight, I realise that that I'm probably making no sense at all. But that is what I hear when I walk through the city night, there's no point in denying it because the city knows. But for the first time ever, I wonder what City Night's Music sounds like to the rest of the world. Is the bass essential?