Double Bass SAD! Ken Smith Fiasco!!!

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Urine! I missed the 200th post! Mio Dio.
Perhaps,
if I tried really hard,
I could write the name 'Ken Smith' many times.
Here goes..
(wish me luck)
Ken Smith
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Kenneth Smith

 

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Damnation! Foiled again!
It came out as 'SmithKen"!

 

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Every day, in every little way, I'm getting better...

 

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Wren Ith
Fen Mith
Send if
Grend Riff
Ken Smith!
Aaaaaaah!
I can't even sleep any more!
Please, someone, stop this thread!

 

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Summertime, and the livin' is easy,
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high.
Ken Smith's left and his mama's good lookin',
So, hush, little baby, don't you cry.

 

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Gonna sit right down and write myself a letter,
And make believe it came fron Ken.
Got some kisses at the bottom,
Gonna make believe I got them.

 

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Somewhere, over the KENbow...

 

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If you were the only Ken in the world
And you were the only girl...
Barbie wouldn't sleep at all tonight...

 

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(to the tune of 'mother')
K is for the cheap bass you have hidden
E is for the string that's way down low
N is for the 'n' sults that you gave out
and you really took a bow and 'go'.

Put them all together, they spell KEN
an argumentive person among men.

 

[Marcus Johnson]

Mmmm. What a lovely evening. The bass sounded great. We played lots of nice songs by great composers. People smiled and clapped. They seemed happy. Other people in suits paid me quite a large amount of money to play the songs. If all goes well in the next twenty hours, I'll do it again, somewhere else. Life is good.

Okay....back at it. Onward to 300.

 

[Uncletoad]

Mmmm. What a lovely evening. The bass sounded great. We played lots of nice songs by great composers. People smiled and clapped. They seemed happy. Other people in suits paid me quite a large amount of money to play the songs. If all goes well in the next twenty hours, I'll do it again, somewhere else. Life is good.

Okay....back at it. Onward to 300.

That is a good life.

May we all have that kind of day.

 

[Damon Rondeau]

Mmmm. What a lovely evening. The bass sounded great. We played lots of nice songs by great composers. People smiled and clapped. They seemed happy. Other people in suits paid me quite a large amount of money to play the songs. If all goes well in the next twenty hours, I'll do it again, somewhere else. Life is good.

Okay....back at it. Onward to 300.

Let's compare and contrast, kids!

I woke up a 6 a.m. to discover that it's 48 degrees below zero! (Kibbitzers out there: you think it MATTERS whether I'm talking Fahrenheit or Celsius?)

My furnace wasn't working right. 62 degrees F in the house.

Both vehicles frozen solid.

Walk two miles to hardware store for furnace parts. Fix furnace by 9 am.

Start on vehicles. Work all day trying to get something going. Nada.

I've got a 6:30 hit downtown, about 4 miles away. Walking out of the freaking question. Cabs? Busses? Forget it -- the weather's got everything screwed up and my bass rig isn't set up for Manhattan style schlepping.

Call the guitar player at 5 pm. "I'm throwing in the towel, Gordie, you'll have to come and get me." No way the big bass is going in to his car -- did I mention I've got the leader's tenor sax and a couple of bags of his stuff to bring also?.

So I do the gig on slab. Lucky me, I did a slab gig last November so I actually had touched one recently.

There was not a large amount of money involved, there were no people in suits, but the job was in a nice restaurant, located by a nice crackling fire and the people were nice enough. In our own quiet way, we kicked butt. No drummer last night either -- he's sunning his nuts in San Diego.

All in all, though, it was a "fun" sort of day. Different. Challenging. Giving me my comeuppance for paying too much attention to BASS and MUSIC and not enough to preventive maintenance on the FURNACE and CARS...

Throughout the day, I was at the computer now and again. Checking this mess, obviously, hoping not to see the magnificent edifice that is TalkBass engulfed in terrible flames, or a smoldering hole where I expected to see it.... Occasionally feeling the urge to vent but eating that urge.

KIWI RICH -- if it wasn't summer down there I'd ask you: are you snowed in to some cabin somewhere, all by yourself for months on end now? Just wondering.

 

[Chasarms]

Mmmm. What a lovely evening. The bass sounded great. We played lots of nice songs by great composers. People smiled and clapped. They seemed happy. Other people in suits paid me quite a large amount of money to play the songs. If all goes well in the next twenty hours, I'll do it again, somewhere else. Life is good.

Okay....back at it. Onward to 300.

"Don't you want to throw something in about the gentle breezes, the soothing sounds of the surf and smiling gazes of the beautiful young Polynesians?" -- he said through his teeth as he stared through the window at the inch thick crust of ice coating everything within sight distance.

We need a "you suck" smily!!

 

[Chris Fitzgerald]

KIWI RICH -- if it wasn't summer down there I'd ask you: are you snowed in to some cabin somewhere, all by yourself for months on end now? Just wondering.

Well, there's more than one kind of snow. You frozen Canucks tend to forget that, being as you're so often surrounded by the kind that falls from the sky...

 

[Damon Rondeau]

My goodness.

Then you also got your metaphorical snow...

 

[Kam]

"Don't you want to throw something in about the gentle breezes, the soothing sounds of the surf and smiling gazes of the beautiful young Polynesians?" -- he said through his teeth as he stared through the window at the inch thick crust of ice coating everything within sight distance.

We need a "you suck" smily!!

+1!

My gig lastnight had us not too far from the front door of the restaurant, so every time people came or went we would get a healthy dose of the below zero air. I can't say that even comes close to Damon's day though.

 

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(to the tune of 'mother')
K is for the cheap bass you have hidden
E is for the string that's way down low
N is for the 'n' sults that you gave out
and you really took a bow and 'go'.

Put them all together, they spell KEN
an argumentive person among men.

HEY! Move this stuff to Link Removed. Hmm-- what should the forum names be over there? I'm not gonna touch that one.

 

[Marcus Johnson]

"Don't you want to throw something in about the gentle breezes, the soothing sounds of the surf and smiling gazes of the beautiful young Polynesians?" -- he said through his teeth as he stared through the window at the inch thick crust of ice coating everything within sight distance.

We need a "you suck" smily!!

Actually, we had a tsunami watch last night while I was at work, but it didn't pan out. Ho-hum.

 

[Jeremy Allen]

No gig. Practiced Simandl Book 2 and Scott LaFaro transcriptions. Drank some Sauvignon Blanc from the Land of Richard Prowse (but it didn't make me hallucinate...maybe it was past the expiration date), ate Indian food, and watched "The Blind Swordsman." Woke up and the wife, who is prone to cravings, wanted donuts. Purchased donuts.

I'm sorry I didn't do my part in pushing this thread to quadruple digits, but I've thoroughly enjoyed the past eighteen hours of doing other stuff. I'll try not to let it happen again!

 

[fish slapper]

Wow, what drama. I can't believe a thread I found that started yesterday was at 5 pages last night and now I find it at 11.

And I don't even know what went on.

All I can add to the fire is that while it seemed Ken was a fountain of knowledge and he definately had earned his props as a builder on the slab side, I did find him to be a "grumpy old man" at times.

My $0.02