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Stoner/Doom Bassists Thread, Part 90: Maxed Out
- Thread starter Korladis
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Like Dionysus playing bass! Enjoy the hedonism!
It probably looks a lot more doomy than it was, unless it was that one part of that one song...
Dunanle, Mesa, Orange. No lack of earth moving bass.
Dunanle, Mesa, Orange. No lack of earth moving bass.
Post your pix.
BTW, if you ever need a tube amp tech, Bob Dixon/Amphole is right there, just off of Victory, south of Magnolia near the power plant…he’s the best.
thanks man, I’m hoping the mesa is good to go, amphole isn’t a name I’ll easily forget
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I feel that crawdad is saying something rather emphatically. I can't decide what it is, though. What do crawdads feel at the heart of their being?
They can regenerate limbs and shed their skin, made me think of Sponge Bob for some reason. He was adamant that he would defend himself if I got too close regardless of his size. He is an invasive species who is determined to stay.
But aren't we all when we dig down deep enough?
Not sure why, but that part struck me for some reason.
Welcome back to "Deep Thoughts," with the TB Fuzz Crew
Do you think he might have escaped from Cajun Craving on San Fernando Road?
definitely, i'm assuming they were originally bait for the cajun catfish before they escaped and took over
Not to get all poindexter or anything, but it seems that some sort of crawdad is indigenous to every place.
But hey, even if that is an invasive variety: the solution is to catch him and all his buddies and celebrate their deliciousness by boiling or steaming them with appropriate ceremonial spices.
What is in the heart of their being? "I am delicious, therefore I am hard to catch and a pain to eat."
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Alright - unspoken challenge accepted - let's get deeper. Are they delicious? Or is it that the difficulty in catching and eating them makes them more intrinsically valuable, thereby making them seem more delicious due to effort exerted? Clearly, we need some sort of mass S/D crawdad boil to really figure out this important issue. Everyone bring their preferred ceremonial spices so we can really get to the "meat" of the issue. (See what I did there?) I have no such spices, so I'll play impartial judge and have to try all the varieties... It's a tough job, but someone's got to make some sacrifices...
In a totally unrelated topic, which Sabbath song off of Dehumanizer would you learn after "Letters From Earth" and "I"? Just thinking of the next song to learn in Eb - assuming the majority of Dehumanizer is in the same tuning, of course!
Ya know, that's a difficult question to answer in some respects, but I think I have an anecdote that may give us some insight.
Every crawdad I've eaten by removing the shell myself tastes better than any crawdad I've had that was shelled before it was served to me. You'd think that would imply the effort is what makes them taste better. But! this includes battered and deep fried crawdads. From my experience with deep fried things, you'd think battering and deep frying crawdads would be the best way to have them. So I think there's a magical quality of the shells that keeps the tastiness in, and it must escape within minutes of removing it.
So, obviously the only way to settle this is if we do have the S/D crawdad boil, someone's going to have to peel a bunch of mudbugs for me to eat. I'll compare them to the ones I peel myself (I'm not going to wait for you to do them all!), and the matter will be settled with my answer.
BTW, my guitarist pre-ordered the loony Recoder from Gamechanger today. He's far too nice and accommodating, so I look forward to fooling with it.
I've only had crawfish once since coming back to Poland. Did the traditional boil thing. Frozen Chinese crawfish were the only ones I could find somebody able to order, but it was good. And a lot of work, heh. But some were big enough that you could even suck a bit of meat out of the claw.
I have, however, developed a habit of saving a few catfish heads over the year, and making catfish head stew once a year in December. Also feels like a very doom metal meal. Even saved a few seconds of footage of gills from a disassembled head (catfish gills have much bigger teeth than catfish jaws) for a possible future video...
I have, however, developed a habit of saving a few catfish heads over the year, and making catfish head stew once a year in December. Also feels like a very doom metal meal. Even saved a few seconds of footage of gills from a disassembled head (catfish gills have much bigger teeth than catfish jaws) for a possible future video...
Damn. Sorry to hear all that. Positive thoughts heading your way.
If you have an invasive crawfish problem, I and some of my Gulf Coast cohorts will gladly help you with this “problem” of yours. I’ll bring the pot and the spices.
