I've let this blog become a bit too sausage oriented if you know what I mean. This is Meshell Ndegeocello. This is power. This is range. This is fucking talent. I want to say if Prince was a woman who played bass, he'd be Meshell Ndegeocello. But I'm not going to say that because that's a sausage-based comparison to which Meshell Ndegeocello will not be confined.
In keeping with showcasing bad ass bass players/bass parts on Fridays, Imma post her first big hit below. I post it because the bass playing has a punch that I love. I'm not talking about tone or amp settings or that shit. I'm talking about playing that reverberates in the chest cavity and gets stuck in the noggin. Oddly, I don't think this is one of her best songs - the video in particular is kind of annoying in fact. But I love watching her play and she is undeniably funky. And I don't mean in that lame ass Red Hot Chili Peppers-fast-and-furious, slap-and-hook style funky. (This is not necessarily a dig at the RHCP, by the way. It's a dig at Flea's minions of imitators. I'll explain later. Anyways. . . ) The girl has soul and power. She's got soul power. If you want a better tune, dig on this, or this. Here's another. Too much for you, whitebread? Here's one for you. But if you want that punch in the chest - check out below.