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Ouch the foot Ouch
Ouch spelled backwards is
Hcuo and that's probably only pronounceable in that clicking language in The Gods Must Be Crazy
of course we could try Ouch inside out except this game gets boring fast. If you want to geek out on Words, fire up some competitive Boggle. Nothing like a sand timer and a bunch of scrambled letters to really make your night a special one ....
There is no gig report here, either because "the mind makes a promise the body can't fill". Over here [Carol Merrill shows the home audience what's in the box] we have a copy of Grateful Dead Guitar Anthology on order at the local brick and mortar.
Learned to read treble clef long before I learned to read bass clef, so the learning curve will be like a shelving EQ. What I have in mind goes back to one of my early mistakes here at TB, when the crowd said: Burn the witch. Well that wouldn't be the first time. Because, let us imagine there is a bass player out there whose initials would be IA if they were transposed one letter by the village idiot.
And further imagine your narrator, new to the board, says not only do I like the fellah, and he taut mei reel gud, and made the colossal mistake of mentioning he was a guest in my home so often I didn't even notice.
My welcome to TB was, well ....
But to the point what I have in mind is learning the melody, just like SumGai told me to do, and play the changes. What I have in mind is something like Igor's Chromatic Exercise from Standing in the Shadows of Motown over two octaves.
The other attention point has been around my shoulder, and working with the physical therapists to build my strength. The strap is a lodestone (sorry, couldn't resist, low hanging fruit) and
It's necessary for me to play a semi-hollowbody bass in a considerably lower position than I'm used to. It's a different beastie, and from what I find so far means a big, powerful combo rig like mine allows me to play with the lightest touch (something else connected to that IA guy.) That seems to be how to make the semi-hollowbody really sing.
In practical terms, I have only one strap that adjusts to the necessary length and I can assure you othere is more than one I know who has called me vertically challenged. Even so, my straps aren't long enough. What I learned as I decided to make all my straps functional with Solstice Eve is the correct phrase is strap extension. Searching on variations of "tailpiece" did not yield useful results.
All this apparently non-productive material comes from the fact I'd nothing else to think about as it's been more than a week of medical enquiries as to what, exactly, is gooched. Sent me to the hospital a week ago Saturday for lab work, and pulled me into the office today to see whut's whut. And the answer is Ri Runno.
The bonus round goes to me, because all this means the second scheduled colonoscopy that was to have taken place on September 11 is now moved to October.
Meanwhile I haz bass straps.
M
Ouch spelled backwards is
Hcuo and that's probably only pronounceable in that clicking language in The Gods Must Be Crazy
of course we could try Ouch inside out except this game gets boring fast. If you want to geek out on Words, fire up some competitive Boggle. Nothing like a sand timer and a bunch of scrambled letters to really make your night a special one ....
There is no gig report here, either because "the mind makes a promise the body can't fill". Over here [Carol Merrill shows the home audience what's in the box] we have a copy of Grateful Dead Guitar Anthology on order at the local brick and mortar.
Learned to read treble clef long before I learned to read bass clef, so the learning curve will be like a shelving EQ. What I have in mind goes back to one of my early mistakes here at TB, when the crowd said: Burn the witch. Well that wouldn't be the first time. Because, let us imagine there is a bass player out there whose initials would be IA if they were transposed one letter by the village idiot.
And further imagine your narrator, new to the board, says not only do I like the fellah, and he taut mei reel gud, and made the colossal mistake of mentioning he was a guest in my home so often I didn't even notice.
My welcome to TB was, well ....
But to the point what I have in mind is learning the melody, just like SumGai told me to do, and play the changes. What I have in mind is something like Igor's Chromatic Exercise from Standing in the Shadows of Motown over two octaves.
The other attention point has been around my shoulder, and working with the physical therapists to build my strength. The strap is a lodestone (sorry, couldn't resist, low hanging fruit) and
It's necessary for me to play a semi-hollowbody bass in a considerably lower position than I'm used to. It's a different beastie, and from what I find so far means a big, powerful combo rig like mine allows me to play with the lightest touch (something else connected to that IA guy.) That seems to be how to make the semi-hollowbody really sing.
In practical terms, I have only one strap that adjusts to the necessary length and I can assure you othere is more than one I know who has called me vertically challenged. Even so, my straps aren't long enough. What I learned as I decided to make all my straps functional with Solstice Eve is the correct phrase is strap extension. Searching on variations of "tailpiece" did not yield useful results.
All this apparently non-productive material comes from the fact I'd nothing else to think about as it's been more than a week of medical enquiries as to what, exactly, is gooched. Sent me to the hospital a week ago Saturday for lab work, and pulled me into the office today to see whut's whut. And the answer is Ri Runno.
The bonus round goes to me, because all this means the second scheduled colonoscopy that was to have taken place on September 11 is now moved to October.
Meanwhile I haz bass straps.
M
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How's that for an oxymoron? Probably from lifting all those fridges and heavy combos all those years.
Seriously, I congratulate you for making it to your goal and wish you many years of retired bliss. What it must be like to wake up, play bass, eat lunch, nap, play bass, eat dinner, and nap during TV. Sweet! Oh well, my time is coming. For the rest of you working slobs like me, your time will also finally come to you. Dreaming about the next combo amp and where the heck I'm gonna keep it in the house is what's keeping of me going. 
