Recent content by BigStringBender

  1. BigStringBender

    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    Whew! This adulting stuff sucks. I haven't even had much time to mediocre, lately. The shop is on an upswing, but personnel hasn't caught up, and soo oh much drama going on, with my granddaughter living with us! It makes me prefer going to work, where I am explicitly forbidden to play bass...
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    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    Greetings, fellow Mediocritites! Whew, long time, no post. Everyone is healthy and gainfully employed where applicable, here in BigStringBenderland. I've just been busy and quite distracted. No particular reason, other than my ascending age and descending concern for the world around me. It...
  3. BigStringBender

    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    Greetings fellow mediocritites, we survived. The Crud has been vanquished, the home disinfected, and I missed out on it again! (Whew!). Since I never tested positive, I had to work these last weeks, but it seemed like business as usual. My grand daughter, who now rents our upstairs, got a...
  4. BigStringBender

    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    Well shuh freakin' eesh! As grandma used to say, "if it ain't one pile, its another that smells just like it.". I got home from work today, to find out that my lovely wife has the Crud. Yes, THAT Crud. Again. This is her 7th time in 6 years, all around this time of the year, plus or minus a...
  5. BigStringBender

    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    Ello, y'all, or Greetings fellow Mediocritites! Yeah, I'm still out and about, alive and kickin' (and screamin'). The holiday season just got crazy with the weather and grandkids and work and this and that and the other thing. I'm sure you all know what I mean. Anyway, it was all good, except...
  6. BigStringBender

    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    My research shows that the Fender Prophecy series was a Fender Heartsfield collab, and built by the Fujigen Gakka in Japan. They made 3 versions, the first being a bass wood and maple build with a bolt on neck and passive electronics, the second had either ash or basswood body, bolt on maple...
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    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    I am 90% sure that the little buck my friend's wife harvested was the same little buck that my former friend had poorly shot a week prior. Too many similarities in description, especially with the belly wound. Anyway, I really want to believe that. None of the neighbors reported a wounded deer...
  8. BigStringBender

    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    NBD! Meet the Prophecy III, yet to be named.
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    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    I sometimes erupt envelopes of ionized gas, myself. Usually on Wednesday, after taco Tuesdays with that special habanero sauce!
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    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    I once had a summer job of keeping geese off of a local farmers cattle pond. The goose poo would mire the water and weird stuff would grow, making it unsafe for the cows to drink. After a week of chasing them away, manually, by waving a broom and yelling, I got creative, and brought my paintball...
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    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    Been out in the woods for a while, with spotty, spotty signal. Double spotty signal makes it difficult to post here. But it has been an educational time dor me. I have decided that I am a much better guide than hunter. But that is Ok for me. For every whitetail harvested on the parcel I'm...
  12. BigStringBender

    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    Play them. A lot.
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    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    It happened again this year. I bought 62# of assorted candy, turned the porch light on, but nothing. Not a single trick or treater! They walked right on by, ignoring the guy in the coveralls, with a pitch fork and straw hat. I used to love Halloween. And I'd have gotten away with it if it...
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    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    Depending on the pickup type, 60hz hum can start a loop.
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    The Mediocre Bassist Club

    I think I have a diagnosable phobia of dentists. I have been heard saying "I'd rather fight a hungry lion with a plastic spork than sit in that chair". I have never had a "good" visit. In my green weenie days, the Army dentist skipped his die grinder across my upper front gum, and it got...