Wow great Jedi mind trick, thanking me prior to the favor.
Any chance the O in Matt O refers to the hallowed 'Meal?
I am a member of the O'Atmealahan clan from the Lios Dúin Bhearna area, yes.
Our family tartan is rather bland:
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Wow great Jedi mind trick, thanking me prior to the favor.
Any chance the O in Matt O refers to the hallowed 'Meal?
Next time, pack oatmeal with you.Yesterday I was playing out and it was before someone was going to speak. So when we finished our songs, we have to leave our instruments up there (nothing unusual), but I usually unplug and put the bass in its case. At this particular moment, I had no time to unplug (everything was still live) and I had to find a stand and get off stage quick. I find the only stand that's available to me. It's base is broken to the point where it's just resting on the ground, the neck cradle spins around freely and it is all around flimsy.
I set it up as sturdy as I possibly can and I'm the last one to leave the stage. I find a seat specifically so I can see the bass (just in case it begins to tilt I can run up there). I watch it for the entire speech. My stomach was actually turning. My entire relationship with the bass flashed before my eyes. I was calculating the repair cost for a broken headstock etc. I was doing freelance geometry in my head trying to see what angle it would fall or if it might fall off the back of the stage (it wasn't right on the edge but anything is possible). I beat myself up for not just laying it against the stage monitor instead or ANYTHING ELSE. I went through more emotions in that time than I have in a couple years.
My eyes would fool me periodically and I could have sworn is was leaning very, very slowly to one side. It wasn't. I got up there for the last song without incident.
Needless to say I was legitimately worried sick for 30 minutes (or however long he was up there, I wasn't paying attention)
Never again, I say. Never again.
Next time, pack oatmeal with you.
If it's a P-Bass, you put it in restraints, otherwise it might get loose and create mayhem. A feral P is a dangerous animal. It's just as likely to go stomping around beating up microphones, power amps, and all that as it is to just sit there quietly minding its own business. If you don't keep those on a leash, it's risky business.meh, I just lay the bass on the floor behind the amp.
reminds of when my ex-gf threw my bass down a flight of steps. as i watched it soar through the air i began to smile. when it landed i laughed uncontrollably. she was confused as she knew i had just bought this instrument. so i picked up my Steinberger and as i walked away i was so grateful it wasn't the pbass.![]()
Even better, couldn't you have just laid down on the ground right next to the bass?Couldn't you have just laid it down on the ground right next to the amp?
Yesterday I was playing out and it was before someone was going to speak. So when we finished our songs, we have to leave our instruments up there (nothing unusual), but I usually unplug and put the bass in its case. At this particular moment, I had no time to unplug (everything was still live) and I had to find a stand and get off stage quick. I find the only stand that's available to me. It's base is broken to the point where it's just resting on the ground, the neck cradle spins around freely and it is all around flimsy.
I set it up as sturdy as I possibly can and I'm the last one to leave the stage. I find a seat specifically so I can see the bass (just in case it begins to tilt I can run up there). I watch it for the entire speech. My stomach was actually turning. My entire relationship with the bass flashed before my eyes. I was calculating the repair cost for a broken headstock etc. I was doing freelance geometry in my head trying to see what angle it would fall or if it might fall off the back of the stage (it wasn't right on the edge but anything is possible). I beat myself up for not just laying it against the stage monitor instead or ANYTHING ELSE. I went through more emotions in that time than I have in a couple years.
My eyes would fool me periodically and I could have sworn is was leaning very, very slowly to one side. It wasn't. I got up there for the last song without incident.
Needless to say I was legitimately worried sick for 30 minutes (or however long he was up there, I wasn't paying attention)
Never again, I say. Never again.
In the 80's, I bought a brand spanking new bass, all black. smooth and shiny and beautiful. I loved it. First night with it onstage, I tripped slightly causing the bass to swing forward and slam it's soft basswood body into the mic stand. Four nice dents in the front of a brand new shiny black bass. I said to myself, "Thank God that's over with!"I heard someone say recently, "My life has been filled with countless horrible incidents and tragic events. Most of them never happened." Amazing what we can do to ourselves.
FWIW, I can't even begin to tell you how many times my basses have been knocked over. They're a lot tougher than we think they are. Most I ever got out of a fall was a tiny nick, and usually that doesn't even happen. IME, only guitar you never want to drop is a Les Paul.
... Anyway, your profile says you only have MM and Fender basses, so no need to worry, those things are bulletproof!

i was a huge DLR fan and had a few too many pops
I don't know if they ever found out what happened.
Did the headstock break off?reminds of when my ex-gf threw my bass down a flight of steps. as i watched it soar through the air i began to smile. when it landed i laughed uncontrollably. she was confused as she knew i had just bought this instrument. so i picked up my Steinberger and as i walked away i was so grateful it wasn't the pbass.![]()