The ABZ was a clear winner for me over the Combustion in terms of neck feel. I grabbed the Combustion first and hated it. The ABZ was just fine. I had played Warwicks before, Thumb and Corvette, along with an Epi TBird.
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Can anyone compare the ABZ or AB I neck to a Modulus Quantum 5'er. Other than the obvious, how do they feel size wize compared each other?
Contact your local Long and Mcquade. They have them in stock in Vancouver and will ship cross country. It's how I got mine. Elapsed time 5 days
BurningSkies
CRAZY BALDHEAD
- Feb 20, 2005
- 27,956
- 20,348
- Disclosures
- Endorsing artist: Dingwall Guitars
Contact your local Long and Mcquade. They have them in stock in Vancouver and will ship cross country. It's how I got mine. Elapsed time 5 days
Of course, it also depends upon the model ordered, the amount of work that goes into that model and options and the Shop workflow at that given point in time.
BurningSkies
CRAZY BALDHEAD
- Feb 20, 2005
- 27,956
- 20,348
- Disclosures
- Endorsing artist: Dingwall Guitars
Not sure how many of you frequent the Dingwall forum, but this story is too good to not read:
Edit: This is NOT me, just reposting. Enjoy the read
--------------------------------------------------------
https://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150545621171573
WE FOUND BEN'S BASS!!!
by Ben Miller on Sunday, February 19, 2012 at 6:49pm ·
.
Wow. wow. In shock? Me too. I'm writing this so that everyone can have at least the basic questions answered.
First, please feel free to check out the article the Toronto Star did on this bass theft in 2008 for some context:
[Invalid or Expired Link Removed]
The short version is that my bass was stolen from a bar. This wasn't just any bass; it was a custom hand-made bass from Dingwall...a company that makes every bass from scratch, almost all to order. It took 1.5 years from the time it was ordered until the time it arrived.
I turned around after a gig and it was gone. This was August or September in 2008. The bass was like a soulmate for me...and loosing it was very very tough. The day after, I futilly visited every pawn shop I could find in the GTA, and circulated posters as far and wide as I could. I also started a facebook group, "Find Ben's Bass!", and at its peak the group had over 600 members. I was absolutely blown away by the support. Let me take the time to thank EVERYONE who got the news out. There would be no way that this bass would be sitting in my dining room today without ALL of you. I am humbled...SO humbled...
With the support of family and friends I held an event on my birthday, October 29th. We garnered a huge amount of support from the community, and held a concert and a silent auction at Lula Lounge. The event was called "Loss Inspires Charity", and we were able to raise over $3000...the proceeds of which we then donated to Regent Park School of Music, which buys instruments and provides lessons to underprivileged kids. This helped a lot, and eventually the pain subsided...
FAST FORWARD TO 2012!!
I am at home with my girlfriend watching Battlestar Galactica on Blu-ray. It is around 8PM on a Saturday. A harmless check of my email yeilds this message...from someone who wishes to remain anonymous, but who I didn't know, and who did not know me:
Subject: I think I saw your Dingwall in a pawnshop today!
"You don't know me, but I'm a bass player as well.
I frequent pawnshops in my area, and my jaw dropped when I saw aDingwall 6 String (yep with midi pickup installed).
It was just an unusual find, and I've been in just about everypawnshop I've ever passed (can't help myself).
It was in pretty rough shape with green oxidation forming on somepretty worn frets and kinda dirty overall.
Anyways, I remember coming across your story a few years back, and Ithought I would do some checking online, which led me to various articles and your email.
(the emailer then discribes the location of the store)
I hope you get this, and the info is useful to you."
Needless to say, My Girlfriend and I could not have left our house that fast if it were on fire.
We combed the described a four-block area, but it was already night, and all the shops were closed. Some pretty intense window gazing proved fruitless as well, so we went home. I could hardly sleep last night.
In the morning (today, Sunday Feb. 19th, 2012), I checked again at around 9:30AM. Still closed (the pawn shop had no store hours posted, so I had no idea when it would open, or whether it even would open, on a sunday). So I left, did any errand that I could think of to take my mind off of this, and returned at 1PM. THIS time, the store was open...
I was shaking as I went in. SHAKING...so much I could hardly walk straight. It took all of three seconds to find the bass. There it was, unmistakable, just sitting there, between an old TV and a glass cabinet. I could hardly look at it...I was afraid that the store owner would get suspicious. I asked if I could take a picture, and said that I was very interested in the bass...the store owner was quite happy to hear that, and let me snap a photo. Here it is...the first time I layed eyes on my bass in almost four years:
Link Removed
What happened next was...crazy. I hardly remember anything...but for the next three and a half hours, I sat in my car, not 30 feet from the pawnshop, and waited for the police to arrive. I left twice, once to grab the closest food I could see, and once to use the bathroom. Other than those two times, I don't think I took my eyes off the storefront once!!!! I didn't listen to the radio, I didn't play some games on my iPhone...nothing. I just sat there, and stared. I've probably never felt that intensely about anything else in my whole life.
At approximately 4:30PM, a squad car pulled up, and two officers walked over to my car. They were very kind, and escorted me into the pawn shop. It took again, all of two minutes to authenticate the bass as mine (I'd included the serial number in the original report we filed with the police the day after it was stolen - I was able to direct the officers to it...TOTALLY remembered where it was), and one signature later the bass was mine again.
The store owner was understandibly distrought - He had not kept any record of who had sold him the bass - and so the police had no one to arrest, and no one to hunt down to make back the money - so he was out however much he had bought it for, but all in all he took the whole thing pretty well. He was very kind, and even apologietic at times. I must have looked like an idiot...somewhere between complete shock and total euphoria. The store owner even had the case!!
I still cannot believe this. I'm sitting here, at home, at my desk, and the bass is sitting here next to me. It will need a lot of work - the strap locks are completely rusted, the frets are green with oxidation, the fretboard and neck will need some SERIOUS work, and there is signs of some pretty bad warping, but despite all that, when plugged into my tiny 50-watt 10-year-old fender bassman practice amp, the damn thing sounds like A MILLION DOLLARS. Just...insane.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, and thanks for the zillions of comments I'm seeing build up on my status as I'm writing this. I FULLY intend to hold a party in my bass' honor in the next few weeks, and everyone in the world is invited...so look out for that.
The last think I want to say is this. For those with intruments currently AWOL - remember. Just be a good person. Do right by others, and do right by yourself. What goes around comes around, so NEVER give up hope. If, with the help of a complete stranger, my bass can resurface almost FOUR years after it was stolen, then anything is possible. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
With a heart that is pretty much overflowing with LOVE at the moment,
Ben
-------------------------------------------
More pics:
Link Removed
Link Removed
From 2008
Edit: This is NOT me, just reposting. Enjoy the read
--------------------------------------------------------
https://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150545621171573
WE FOUND BEN'S BASS!!!
by Ben Miller on Sunday, February 19, 2012 at 6:49pm ·
.
Wow. wow. In shock? Me too. I'm writing this so that everyone can have at least the basic questions answered.
First, please feel free to check out the article the Toronto Star did on this bass theft in 2008 for some context:
[Invalid or Expired Link Removed]
The short version is that my bass was stolen from a bar. This wasn't just any bass; it was a custom hand-made bass from Dingwall...a company that makes every bass from scratch, almost all to order. It took 1.5 years from the time it was ordered until the time it arrived.
I turned around after a gig and it was gone. This was August or September in 2008. The bass was like a soulmate for me...and loosing it was very very tough. The day after, I futilly visited every pawn shop I could find in the GTA, and circulated posters as far and wide as I could. I also started a facebook group, "Find Ben's Bass!", and at its peak the group had over 600 members. I was absolutely blown away by the support. Let me take the time to thank EVERYONE who got the news out. There would be no way that this bass would be sitting in my dining room today without ALL of you. I am humbled...SO humbled...
With the support of family and friends I held an event on my birthday, October 29th. We garnered a huge amount of support from the community, and held a concert and a silent auction at Lula Lounge. The event was called "Loss Inspires Charity", and we were able to raise over $3000...the proceeds of which we then donated to Regent Park School of Music, which buys instruments and provides lessons to underprivileged kids. This helped a lot, and eventually the pain subsided...
FAST FORWARD TO 2012!!
I am at home with my girlfriend watching Battlestar Galactica on Blu-ray. It is around 8PM on a Saturday. A harmless check of my email yeilds this message...from someone who wishes to remain anonymous, but who I didn't know, and who did not know me:
Subject: I think I saw your Dingwall in a pawnshop today!
"You don't know me, but I'm a bass player as well.
I frequent pawnshops in my area, and my jaw dropped when I saw aDingwall 6 String (yep with midi pickup installed).
It was just an unusual find, and I've been in just about everypawnshop I've ever passed (can't help myself).
It was in pretty rough shape with green oxidation forming on somepretty worn frets and kinda dirty overall.
Anyways, I remember coming across your story a few years back, and Ithought I would do some checking online, which led me to various articles and your email.
(the emailer then discribes the location of the store)
I hope you get this, and the info is useful to you."
Needless to say, My Girlfriend and I could not have left our house that fast if it were on fire.
We combed the described a four-block area, but it was already night, and all the shops were closed. Some pretty intense window gazing proved fruitless as well, so we went home. I could hardly sleep last night.
In the morning (today, Sunday Feb. 19th, 2012), I checked again at around 9:30AM. Still closed (the pawn shop had no store hours posted, so I had no idea when it would open, or whether it even would open, on a sunday). So I left, did any errand that I could think of to take my mind off of this, and returned at 1PM. THIS time, the store was open...
I was shaking as I went in. SHAKING...so much I could hardly walk straight. It took all of three seconds to find the bass. There it was, unmistakable, just sitting there, between an old TV and a glass cabinet. I could hardly look at it...I was afraid that the store owner would get suspicious. I asked if I could take a picture, and said that I was very interested in the bass...the store owner was quite happy to hear that, and let me snap a photo. Here it is...the first time I layed eyes on my bass in almost four years:
Link Removed
What happened next was...crazy. I hardly remember anything...but for the next three and a half hours, I sat in my car, not 30 feet from the pawnshop, and waited for the police to arrive. I left twice, once to grab the closest food I could see, and once to use the bathroom. Other than those two times, I don't think I took my eyes off the storefront once!!!! I didn't listen to the radio, I didn't play some games on my iPhone...nothing. I just sat there, and stared. I've probably never felt that intensely about anything else in my whole life.
At approximately 4:30PM, a squad car pulled up, and two officers walked over to my car. They were very kind, and escorted me into the pawn shop. It took again, all of two minutes to authenticate the bass as mine (I'd included the serial number in the original report we filed with the police the day after it was stolen - I was able to direct the officers to it...TOTALLY remembered where it was), and one signature later the bass was mine again.
The store owner was understandibly distrought - He had not kept any record of who had sold him the bass - and so the police had no one to arrest, and no one to hunt down to make back the money - so he was out however much he had bought it for, but all in all he took the whole thing pretty well. He was very kind, and even apologietic at times. I must have looked like an idiot...somewhere between complete shock and total euphoria. The store owner even had the case!!
I still cannot believe this. I'm sitting here, at home, at my desk, and the bass is sitting here next to me. It will need a lot of work - the strap locks are completely rusted, the frets are green with oxidation, the fretboard and neck will need some SERIOUS work, and there is signs of some pretty bad warping, but despite all that, when plugged into my tiny 50-watt 10-year-old fender bassman practice amp, the damn thing sounds like A MILLION DOLLARS. Just...insane.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, and thanks for the zillions of comments I'm seeing build up on my status as I'm writing this. I FULLY intend to hold a party in my bass' honor in the next few weeks, and everyone in the world is invited...so look out for that.
The last think I want to say is this. For those with intruments currently AWOL - remember. Just be a good person. Do right by others, and do right by yourself. What goes around comes around, so NEVER give up hope. If, with the help of a complete stranger, my bass can resurface almost FOUR years after it was stolen, then anything is possible. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
With a heart that is pretty much overflowing with LOVE at the moment,
Ben
-------------------------------------------
More pics:
Link Removed
Link Removed
From 2008
Not sure how many of you frequent the Dingwall forum, but this story is too good to not read:
--------------------------------------------------------
https://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150545621171573
WE FOUND BEN'S BASS!!!
by Ben Miller on Sunday, February 19, 2012 at 6:49pm ·
.
Wow. wow. In shock? Me too. I'm writing this so that everyone can have at least the basic questions answered.
First, please feel free to check out the article the Toronto Star did on this bass theft in 2008 for some context:
[Invalid or Expired Link Removed]
The short version is that my bass was stolen from a bar. This wasn't just any bass; it was a custom hand-made bass from Dingwall...a company that makes every bass from scratch, almost all to order. It took 1.5 years from the time it was ordered until the time it arrived.
I turned around after a gig and it was gone. This was August or September in 2008. The bass was like a soulmate for me...and loosing it was very very tough. The day after, I futilly visited every pawn shop I could find in the GTA, and circulated posters as far and wide as I could. I also started a facebook group, "Find Ben's Bass!", and at its peak the group had over 600 members. I was absolutely blown away by the support. Let me take the time to thank EVERYONE who got the news out. There would be no way that this bass would be sitting in my dining room today without ALL of you. I am humbled...SO humbled...
With the support of family and friends I held an event on my birthday, October 29th. We garnered a huge amount of support from the community, and held a concert and a silent auction at Lula Lounge. The event was called "Loss Inspires Charity", and we were able to raise over $3000...the proceeds of which we then donated to Regent Park School of Music, which buys instruments and provides lessons to underprivileged kids. This helped a lot, and eventually the pain subsided...
FAST FORWARD TO 2012!!
I am at home with my girlfriend watching Battlestar Galactica on Blu-ray. It is around 8PM on a Saturday. A harmless check of my email yeilds this message...from someone who wishes to remain anonymous, but who I didn't know, and who did not know me:
Subject: I think I saw your Dingwall in a pawnshop today!
"You don't know me, but I'm a bass player as well.
I frequent pawnshops in my area, and my jaw dropped when I saw aDingwall 6 String (yep with midi pickup installed).
It was just an unusual find, and I've been in just about everypawnshop I've ever passed (can't help myself).
It was in pretty rough shape with green oxidation forming on somepretty worn frets and kinda dirty overall.
Anyways, I remember coming across your story a few years back, and Ithought I would do some checking online, which led me to various articles and your email.
(the emailer then discribes the location of the store)
I hope you get this, and the info is useful to you."
Needless to say, My Girlfriend and I could not have left our house that fast if it were on fire.
We combed the described a four-block area, but it was already night, and all the shops were closed. Some pretty intense window gazing proved fruitless as well, so we went home. I could hardly sleep last night.
In the morning (today, Sunday Feb. 19th, 2012), I checked again at around 9:30AM. Still closed (the pawn shop had no store hours posted, so I had no idea when it would open, or whether it even would open, on a sunday). So I left, did any errand that I could think of to take my mind off of this, and returned at 1PM. THIS time, the store was open...
I was shaking as I went in. SHAKING...so much I could hardly walk straight. It took all of three seconds to find the bass. There it was, unmistakable, just sitting there, between an old TV and a glass cabinet. I could hardly look at it...I was afraid that the store owner would get suspicious. I asked if I could take a picture, and said that I was very interested in the bass...the store owner was quite happy to hear that, and let me snap a photo. Here it is...the first time I layed eyes on my bass in almost four years:
Link Removed
What happened next was...crazy. I hardly remember anything...but for the next three and a half hours, I sat in my car, not 30 feet from the pawnshop, and waited for the police to arrive. I left twice, once to grab the closest food I could see, and once to use the bathroom. Other than those two times, I don't think I took my eyes off the storefront once!!!! I didn't listen to the radio, I didn't play some games on my iPhone...nothing. I just sat there, and stared. I've probably never felt that intensely about anything else in my whole life.
At approximately 4:30PM, a squad car pulled up, and two officers walked over to my car. They were very kind, and escorted me into the pawn shop. It took again, all of two minutes to authenticate the bass as mine (I'd included the serial number in the original report we filed with the police the day after it was stolen - I was able to direct the officers to it...TOTALLY remembered where it was), and one signature later the bass was mine again.
The store owner was understandibly distrought - He had not kept any record of who had sold him the bass - and so the police had no one to arrest, and no one to hunt down to make back the money - so he was out however much he had bought it for, but all in all he took the whole thing pretty well. He was very kind, and even apologietic at times. I must have looked like an idiot...somewhere between complete shock and total euphoria. The store owner even had the case!!
I still cannot believe this. I'm sitting here, at home, at my desk, and the bass is sitting here next to me. It will need a lot of work - the strap locks are completely rusted, the frets are green with oxidation, the fretboard and neck will need some SERIOUS work, and there is signs of some pretty bad warping, but despite all that, when plugged into my tiny 50-watt 10-year-old fender bassman practice amp, the damn thing sounds like A MILLION DOLLARS. Just...insane.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, and thanks for the zillions of comments I'm seeing build up on my status as I'm writing this. I FULLY intend to hold a party in my bass' honor in the next few weeks, and everyone in the world is invited...so look out for that.
The last think I want to say is this. For those with intruments currently AWOL - remember. Just be a good person. Do right by others, and do right by yourself. What goes around comes around, so NEVER give up hope. If, with the help of a complete stranger, my bass can resurface almost FOUR years after it was stolen, then anything is possible. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
With a heart that is pretty much overflowing with LOVE at the moment,
Ben
-------------------------------------------
More pics:
Link Removed
Link Removed
From 2008
Wow great story!! Too bad thy didn't get the thief but atleast you got her back! great photo from 2008 too
BurningSkies
CRAZY BALDHEAD
- Feb 20, 2005
- 27,956
- 20,348
- Disclosures
- Endorsing artist: Dingwall Guitars
Yep. Good stuff. One of the small piece of mind things about owning a Dingwall is that if god forbid anyone did steal one, it'll be easier to track down than a Fender!
I remember it all going down back aways and it was pretty damn sad.
It was heartwarming to know things ended well. That bass has topwood that's 'brother' to mine.
I remember it all going down back aways and it was pretty damn sad.
It was heartwarming to know things ended well. That bass has topwood that's 'brother' to mine.
This is the BEST story I have read on Talkbass since I have been a member (about 4 years). I can't tell you how happy I am for you and how anybody who doesn't understand just how important our instruments are to us should just read this. Good karma to you going forward.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot, play the hell out of it. I'm sure it's happy to be home too!! Peace.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot, play the hell out of it. I'm sure it's happy to be home too!! Peace.
Tat2dHeart
Only two strings away from an attitude problem.
Here's a question for anyone who has played (or owned) both a Combustion and an ABZ.
Is there a lot of difference in the tone options between the two models? I'm not necessarily looking for an opinion on which is better, but maybe you could share an explanation of the different tonal characters of the two instruments.
How would you explain the differences?
Is there a lot of difference in the tone options between the two models? I'm not necessarily looking for an opinion on which is better, but maybe you could share an explanation of the different tonal characters of the two instruments.
How would you explain the differences?
Have you joined the Dingwall forum? Posting over there may yield some better results.... I only have an ABI so I can not comment.
To my ears, the Combustion's EMG harness imparts it's own particular vibe which makes it sound, in some respect, like other EMG-equipped basses. This may be good, may be bad depending on individual tastes. However, this does not detract from the Comb's low-end articulation. FWIW, our drummer Roger used to ask me to use the "white one" (translucent white Comb 5) which is one helluva endorsement in my book. FTR, I'm now using 2 ABI's. The ABZ and ABI's passive harness, OTOH, offer tons of tonal variation via the switchable series / parallel operation. I have found the series setting to be a bit overwhelming in the mids but this is easily tamed with the bluecube option (when available). Again, a matter of personal preference.
Riis
