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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Some are, especially the old school ones. Many are tuned differently though, starting with the fattest string at B or lower, sometimes much lower. A high C is more common than a high B for the lower tuned ones as well IME.
Soitenly, but I think Will was referring to the Bass VI variety.
 
My natural inclination is to avoid people with a microphone and hidden transmitter in their backpack.
Yeah, dunno what my reply had to do with the ackshul mic she was using, but I saw that little rubbery antenna and knew there had to be a receiver and mixing board somewhere. Not gonna go back and watch it again to see if the guy singer had a similar getup, tho. Mebbe he was transmitting his vocals through her rig.
 
In my experience there are buskers, good buskers, entertaining buskers, and annoying buskers. To have good, entertaining, and annoying all rolled into one person is a special skill.

It's some guy following us doing Sachmo who we learn will stop singing for money.
 
In my experience there are buskers, good buskers, entertaining buskers, and annoying buskers. To have good, entertaining, and annoying all rolled into one person is a special skill.

It's some guy following us doing Sachmo who we learn will stop singing for money.

How about this guy doing Ella Fitzgerald on Da TooB last night??

 
What to do on Monday nights in Chicago? Why, sitting in for a listen of Patricia Barber playing her regular Monday gig at the Green Mill, of course! In the late '90s, when I lived by Navy Pier in Chicago, I'd hang at the Green Mill on Mondays every chance I got. It was wonderful! Patricia plays a mean piano and Hammond. And what a voice! She migrated from the farm country in Iowa (where she decidedly didn't fit in) and went pro. I bought her first CD (Split, that she hand-delivered) at the Jazz Record Mart, as well as those that followed. Here are 3 of her YT vids. The first, the Café Blue CD, is my fav. The entire CD is worth a listen through your best monitors if you have the time. Of special interest to me, and the song that'll eventually drive me to buy a fretless bass, is Too Rich For My Blood (at 38:00; direct link in the description). The first bass note is 50 cents sharp. The second is 25 cents sharp. Then the entire remaining bassline falls into a clean F major. Trying to play it with bends on a fretted bass doesn't sound quite right. At least with my crappy playing. The 2nd and 3rd videos are live from a French TV show. The first is a killer version of Light My Fire. The second is a very cool tune called Devil's Food. Her long-time bass collaborator (Michael Arnopol) plays on the CD. I don't recognize the French musicians she's playing with on the final two.





 
Nice! Interesting mic'ing technique on the piano.

I wonder if she is related to Billy? I saw him with Flim & the BB's, last century.







Or, Samuel?



I wonder how many folks blew out their drivers on their first listen to the opening cut and title track "Tricycle". That's a BIG dynamic jump. I can see someone plopping the needle down and cranking the volume only to have a speaker blowout seconds later. :bawl:
 
Never had a blowout but I’ve had two flat tires over the years. both due to nails from road construction sites. The last one was with my week old car. The garage said that others had been in all day long with the same type of hand forged vintage nails in their tires. Apparently an idiot that builds reproduction furniture bounced down a country road with an open trailer in tow, spreading the nails along the way.

It was a blustery morning. It was cold and snowing leaves in the forest this morning. The birds and animals had more sense and stayed in their nests. Then it started to downpour rain. Despite having a big golf umbrella, I got soaked to the gills. Of course, the rain stopped by the time I got home.

Most drivers watch out for puddles and avoid splashing you. Those that don’t are usually in Mercedes, Audis, BMWs, and Volkswagens. I think that the Volkswagens are the worst offenders. Their advertising slogan is Drivers Wanted. None of them seem to know how to drive.
 
... mistaken for an actress? ...

it began some months ago when, in the foreknowledge of the 100th anniversary of the founding of my journalism school, I bought a skirt printed with proofreader's symbols for the gathering in NYC. Then the travel doors slammed shut.

And noticed some j-school branded hoodies and such in my T*er feed. Down the rabbit hole I went, digging through the school's website until I accidentally found a professor who teaches my former specialty. Sent a warning shot over the bow, he replied, said I looked at LinkedIn and only see an actress with your name ....

Very curious how this conversation plays out, as I replied to his email with a distilled curriculum vitae. And added I'm now a volunteer music theory coach.
 
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... mistaken for an actress? ...

There's one stretch of road that at one time was better for being discovered than the lunch counter at Schwab's. Nobody stops anymore, it's splash-and-go.

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Oh, great photo.

Then there's the tenements that add perspective to the line


B&W photos always seem so stark, my world is composed of two ways of looking at things: B&W and color, color is reality and B&W is mysterious and unreality for me, I like B&W better.
My wife even gets irritated because I like black clothes.
 
Or color as enhanced reality. That's my recollection of my (now pointless) beef with FujiFilm. Whatever colour profile they chose, it always felt artificially larger-that-life. People liked it, and it sure sold well.

For me, Tri-X all day long.
 
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