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Let's spread some musical misinformation
- Thread starter pklima
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Yeah and you know that that is how Jimi Hendrix invented the Afro hairdo. He tried setting his guitar on fire and doing that teeth picking thing at the same time.
Yep! This brings us back to our musical roots, when the drummer used real drumsticks on super saurus scale and the bassist was still an assist who litterally assisted by producing brown notes with a meal of the day fragrance.
Some time during the Dark Ages, no one knows exactly when, marching drums all over the known world met with a horrific fate. They were once proud and athletic, marching hither and thither wherever drumming was lacking - festivals, parties, calendar events, that sort of thing. All this came to an abrupt end when, for no apparent reason, the authorities turned on them.
Marching drums were unceremoniously herded up in their tens of thousands. They were deemed to be unholy, loud, obnoxious, undesirable elements of society because they partied way too hard and relentlessly propagated, throughout the world, wretched, unauthorized dance music, along with all those wicked associated goods; PAs, lights, fog machines, merch like printed tees, hoodies, and the much sought after psychotropics, sly grog etc.
In a most savage and barbaric act, every limb was hacked off every marching drum in Christendom. No longer would they spread their wicked rhythms. They were done for. In the modern world, marching drums still appear every now and again, unwilling, limbless and broken, enslaved by bands of stick wielding Scottish cross dressers, and others, who vainly attempt to reenact those days of glory when hoards of marauding marching drums wandered the Earth, unfettered, in search of a good party to crash.
Marching drums were unceremoniously herded up in their tens of thousands. They were deemed to be unholy, loud, obnoxious, undesirable elements of society because they partied way too hard and relentlessly propagated, throughout the world, wretched, unauthorized dance music, along with all those wicked associated goods; PAs, lights, fog machines, merch like printed tees, hoodies, and the much sought after psychotropics, sly grog etc.
In a most savage and barbaric act, every limb was hacked off every marching drum in Christendom. No longer would they spread their wicked rhythms. They were done for. In the modern world, marching drums still appear every now and again, unwilling, limbless and broken, enslaved by bands of stick wielding Scottish cross dressers, and others, who vainly attempt to reenact those days of glory when hoards of marauding marching drums wandered the Earth, unfettered, in search of a good party to crash.
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Tom Bomb, you definitely march to the beat of a different marching drummer...
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How the Split-Pea Pickup Came to Be...
Sometime in late 1956/early 1957 in the middle of his regular work week Leo Fender was having a lunch of French-Canadian style habitant soup (an old French-peasant recipe of yellow split peas and smoked ham). The colour of the soup reminded him of the latest batch of similarly coloured basses (what we now call butterscotch) still wet with fresh paint placed in the drying room that morning. Just as he was thinking of this colourful connection, a husk from a split pea got stuck in between his teeth. He couldn't get it out with his tongue, so he tried to ignore it and set back to work on the pickups, for the bass batch would be now almost dry.
As with any normal person, he was unable to pass over it. The ensuing insistent tongue probing only wedged the husk further between his teeth, and now painfully deep into his gum-line. It was driving him crazy, he couldn't work, and with his tongue cramping from the effort of trying to dislodge the pea husk — he struck out in frustration with a fret-slotting saw. In so doing with such vigour, he accidentally chopped a single-coil pickup in half that lay on his test bench. With a shard of wire from the pickup for a makeshift toothpick, he successfully removed the split-pea husk.
Rid of the pesky pea husk pest, Leo was able to finally focus and set about his work. He soon realised he needed that very same pickup he'd just destroyed because a shipment of raw pickup materials had been delayed so there weren't enough pickups available for the order without the cleaved pup. The order for the basses had to be filled or he'd lose the contract with (and a much-needed injection of cash from) a large music-store chain. Frantic to make the deadline, he cobbled the pickup together and although he couldn't get it to line up straight, as too much material from the middle had been chopped to bits, he tested it to make sure it would work. Lo, he beheld such sonic splendor that he proceeded to chop all the remaining pickups in half and re-assemble the pieces. By the time the paint had fully dried and the waiting batch of basses were ready for their electronics, Leo had all the pickups split, tested and ready to drop in. He hastily organised the woodworkers to re-route the pickup cavities...
And so the first batch of Split-P pickups were shipped to a music-store chain (which chain? well the record is lost, burried in the sands of time) bearing butterscotch paint and "new"-style blackguards, and contoured bodies. Subsequent batches of '57 P-basses with split-P pickups were shipped in the popular sunburst finishes as well as white and other increasingly popular hues from the Fender range of colours. Apart from this first batch, no other butterscotch blackguards with split-P pickups have been made subsequently.
Alas, most examples of this rare petite pack of Precisions have been destroyed in bar-room brawls, venue fires, or left to rot under the bed of a non-musical nephew or niece that inherited it from an uncle or auntie session-player. If you find one of these rarities with crude pickup cosmetics – perhaps even a fretsaw mark or two – keep it gigging, keep it safe... from the hands of collectors. Well before the new millennium fell on... us... and cheap hirsute copies of eminent instruments were being promulgated, this divine habitant-soup-of-sound was created for the peasant musician, the working player's axe, a musical tool of legend — they must be heard!
It is Leo Fender's greatest creation, this rare Split-P bass. It is the instrument of a soulful jazzy virtuoso. Not as clumsy or random as a single-coil; an elegant instrument for a more musical age. For over thousands-upon-thousands of sessions, the soulful jazzy virtuosos were the guardians of harmony and rhythm in the Old Recording Studios. Before the dark times... well before the ubiquity of banal inferior bedroom studios... even before the advent of releasing music online, rather...
... Before the CBS Empire!
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How the Split-Pea Pickup Came to Be...
Sometime in late 1956/early 1957 in the middle of his regular work week Leo Fender was having a lunch of French-Canadian style habitant soup (an old French-peasant recipe of yellow split peas and smoked ham). The colour of the soup reminded him of the latest batch of similarly coloured basses (what we now call butterscotch) still wet with fresh paint placed in the drying room that morning. Just as he was thinking of this colourful connection, a husk from a split pea got stuck in between his teeth. He couldn't get it out with his tongue, so he tried to ignore it and set back to work on the pickups, for the bass batch would be now almost dry.
As with any normal person, he was unable to pass over it. The ensuing insistent tongue probing only wedged the husk further between his teeth, and now painfully deep into his gum-line. It was driving him crazy, he couldn't work, and with his tongue cramping from the effort of trying to dislodge the pea husk — he struck out in frustration with a fret-slotting saw. In so doing with such vigour, he accidentally chopped a single-coil pickup in half that lay on his test bench. With a shard of wire from the pickup for a makeshift toothpick, he successfully removed the split-pea husk.
Rid of the pesky pea husk pest, Leo was able to finally focus and set about his work. He soon realised he needed that very same pickup he'd just destroyed because a shipment of raw pickup materials had been delayed so there weren't enough pickups available for the order without the cleaved pup. The order for the basses had to be filled or he'd lose the contract with (and a much-needed injection of cash from) a large music-store chain. Frantic to make the deadline, he cobbled the pickup together and although he couldn't get it to line up straight, as too much material from the middle had been chopped to bits, he tested it to make sure it would work. Lo, he beheld such sonic splendor that he proceeded to chop all the remaining pickups in half and re-assemble the pieces. By the time the paint had fully dried and the waiting batch of basses were ready for their electronics, Leo had all the pickups split, tested and ready to drop in. He hastily organised the woodworkers to re-route the pickup cavities...
And so the first batch of Split-P pickups were shipped to a music-store chain (which chain? well the record is lost, burried in the sands of time) bearing butterscotch paint and "new"-style blackguards, and contoured bodies. Subsequent batches of '57 P-basses with split-P pickups were shipped in the popular sunburst finishes as well as white and other increasingly popular hues from the Fender range of colours. Apart from this first batch, no other butterscotch blackguards with split-P pickups have been made subsequently.
Alas, most examples of this rare petite pack of Precisions have been destroyed in bar-room brawls, venue fires, or left to rot under the bed of a non-musical nephew or niece that inherited it from an uncle or auntie session-player. If you find one of these rarities with crude pickup cosmetics – perhaps even a fretsaw mark or two – keep it gigging, keep it safe... from the hands of collectors. Well before the new millennium fell on... us... and cheap hirsute copies of eminent instruments were being promulgated, this divine habitant-soup-of-sound was created for the peasant musician, the working player's axe, a musical tool of legend — they must be heard!
It is Leo Fender's greatest creation, this rare Split-P bass. It is the instrument of a soulful jazzy virtuoso. Not as clumsy or random as a single-coil; an elegant instrument for a more musical age. For over thousands-upon-thousands of sessions, the soulful jazzy virtuosos were the guardians of harmony and rhythm in the Old Recording Studios. Before the dark times... well before the ubiquity of banal inferior bedroom studios... even before the advent of releasing music online, rather...
... Before the CBS Empire!
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You like? You buy?
Actually, truth be told, I march to a drum loop. Sacked the drummer years ago - he drank all my lager and stole my woman… No that's not true. I am my own drummer - miraculously, I just yesterday got myself a genuine WWI field drum. So rapt - It consumes me, I'm so tickled, so I took to writing summit
Ever had a P Floater? That's a baked Fender pickup served on a bed of mushy peas. Used to be able to get 'em here,
Sadly, the menu's changed, over time. They must've run out of split Ps. This is Invalid Link Removed. Close but no guitar.
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Everybody knows the basics of religion, like converting to Judaism will make you bad at sports, but what most people don't know is that there are religions specially suited for musicians. If you want to be a virtuoso like Chick Corea, Billy Sheehan or John McLaughlin, you must get spiritually audited until you attain the highest levels (or even go clear) in Scientology, or else you must become a disciple of Sri Chinmoy who composed 14,415,000 unique songs. There is indeed a best religion for metal, but it is not Satanism as was reported on Fox and Friends. It is best to join the Black Brotherhood, the Esoteric Order of Dagon, or another such group dedicated to hastening the awakening of the Great Old Ones. That's what Metallica did, and they have been quite successful despite their ineptitude at spelling.
But not many people realize that the best music for Islam is calypso. Here's Louis Farrakhan.
Yeah, really.
Yeah, really.
I have a mysterious black bass named Death of Rats. HE got it. He's an active 5 string type Death of Rats. Uses ultrasonics in the line of duty. Doesn't say much usually - does rats in like it's going out of style though. He's very angry because I missed your post and now I'm in for it.
You like? You buy?
Actually, truth be told, I march to a drum loop. Sacked the drummer years ago - he drank all my lager and stole my woman… No that's not true. I am my own drummer - miraculously, I just yesterday got myself a genuine WWI field drum. So rapt - It consumes me, I'm so tickled, so I took to writing summit
Ever had a P Floater? That's a baked Fender pickup served on a bed of mushy peas. Used to be able to get 'em here,
Sadly, the menu's changed, over time. They must've run out of split Ps. This is Invalid Link Removed. Close but no guitar.
Mmmushy peas. Was introduced to that dish late in life by a friend who worked at a fish & chip shop in Vancouver. Been addicted ever since.
BTW, this may be the misinformation thread, but TB rules still apply: No Pic, no WWI FIELD DRUM!
Wheely nice café pic, I'd try eating there, quite like the Haymarket location, shouldn't have looked at the menu... oooo the hunger pains at 3am...
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When tuning up, you must always face the direction you are tuning towards or too many enharmonic frequencies will bunch up in your string(s) and be released in the form of a howling noise, at the most inopportune time such as a solo, as a "wolf tone".
The dish is a delight. That's a fact. In combination with a hot pie it's downright dangerous.
Ye of little faith. Here's the snare.
I hope I'm right in dating it WWI. It's going to be close to the Great War, if I'm not mistaken. I'm in no hurry to have a definitive answer though. I just love this drum to bits. It needs catgut and calfskin and that's about all - and a strap for marching.
Harry's is the place. Right on the harbor. Just a stones throw from the NSW Art Gallery and the Botanical Gardens, just along the way from The Opera House. Pretty cool hangout.
Peter Blakely, the famous Aussie soul singer, worked there, first as an apprentice pastry chef, for many years. He would entertain everyone with his beautiful voice as he kneaded his dough and worked his magic.
He was discovered there by Molly Meldrum, a notorious pie eater, and the rest is history. Peter, who never went back to his former trade, named his first album after his favorite old haunt, Harry's Cafe De Wheels.
Fender announced a split coil, split string, fretted, fretless double electric bass. It accommodates eight strings, four flatwound and four roundwound. Frets are provided under each roundwound string, while the flatwounds run over the bare wood of the finger board. The bass doesn't have a name yet, but rumours say it might be called Leo...
