Same when I first saw that. “Whoa. Wild tuning!”
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Thunderbird Club
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Wanna try it? You go first-
I've been mildly intrigued about the 64, and here's one to spec out for cheap. Life is short... Ok life is long. So get a(nother) Thunderbird!
I'll post about this again Saturday evening. Again, much appreciated, everyone!
That's interesting, maybe the particular pigment *does something* over time.
Here are pics in better light- pretty minor but the owner put a significant discount on the price because of them-
Overall in great cosmetic shape apart from that annoying habit of yellowing over time-
Overall in great cosmetic shape apart from that annoying habit of yellowing over time-
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If you rush through the strings at first, the B and C can blur into one note…
Only the A string goes up (whole step) whole the D and G drop.
Cool- I posted a brief response on YouTube to the effect of it would fit a 60's B grade horror show or an Ed Wood film- or Elivra Mistress of the Dark in the 80's. Nice looking bass, and a cool tone by the way..
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Thanks!
Trying to play anything on it was a horror. I could adapt but have no need or desire.
True, but you never know with some tunings in the context of original songs. Myself am disinclined to alternative tunings except for drop D in standard tuning or all strings tuned a half step down on occasions calling for it. For example, pretty much all of Robin Trower's 1970's catalog is tuned down to Eb to allow for bends with 11 gauge strings.
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This is so cool- I love it when people innovate at home-
I’m not a big pedal guy, got this one just to mess with a variety of effects to see in any suited the music I like to play (lots of blues, country rock, southern rock and the like, simple roots type stuff, JJ Cale, Gary Clarke Jr., JJ Grey…). The ME-50 seems to offer a taste of a lot of different effects, but as with all multi effects generators I end up spending more time dialing in the the effect and its various parameters than actually playing music, so it doesn’t get used that much.
I have one of his published books. The artwork and stories are beyond top notch. I’m always amazed at the abundance of talent in this club.
It’s why I ditched the Zoom B3n for a couple pedals I would actually use. Easier to deal with knobs vs software.
The mass on the EBCF strings comes through loud and clear on the Greco. I have my pup buried almost level with the body and the output is still massive. Very articulate and clean on the top end and tons of punch on the bottom end, not boomy like DTFs, much more balanced.
Nope, nope, nope.
A clear coat finish or stress crack is one thing. Some of those cracks in the picture are actually lifting, which means eventual flaking and chunking. If it were the base of the neck near the body where you rarely play it would be one thing, but in first position that kind of finish failure (and potential structural failure) is a no go. There are too many perfectly good deals out there to waste time on a potential bad deal.
Hard pass for me.
Oh no- my mistake- I should have credited my friend Garrett Gainey whom I commissioned to do the illustration. You can see part of his signature in the bottom right corner. But I did create the character and the scene in my novel Harrington's View that inspired the illustration.
Here is the context - note there is a variation in instruments. But later she actually brings him a bass guitar and practice amp -
Caleb Key has been placed in a cocoon-like restraint in a futuristic psyche-ward. Möbius is an entity that initially manifested as a Möbius strip. And she comes to him in a dream, or is it?
Dr. Anna Harrington, his psychiatrist has confiscated his bass guitar and other music equipment as a result of erratic behavior described below-
The next morning found Caleb suspended in a restraining cocoon, its womb-like interior and sedative secretions alleviating any claustrophobia he might have felt.
“Caleb, wake up,” Anna said as she snapped her fingers.
“Yes?” he replied groggily.
“Do you have any idea why you are here?”
“No.”
“Have you no recollection of what transpired yesterday?”
“No, I don’t. What happened?”
“For one thing you failed to show up for your appointment. Then when I sent Shauna to fetch you, you were totally unresponsive, apart from nearly clocking her in the head with your bass.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmm?’ This is serious Caleb. It was as if you were in another world.”
He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow.
“She came to me a couple of days ago.”
“She?”
“Well, my bass seemed to call to me.”
“Your bass? Now which is it?”
“I’m not sure.”
“At any rate, we’ll be confiscating your bass and other musical instruments until we get to the bottom of this, and we’ll need to keep you restrained and under close observation for the next couple of days. Perhaps it will give you time to better recollect what was going on in your head.”
“But ….” he began, then merely sighed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you comfortable. Now you are to rest.”
As if on cue, the cocoon secreted a mild soporific that slowly ushered him to sleep.
Icehouse’s “Paradise” began to play when the Möbius returned in rhythm to the rototoms. First as flashes, gradually expanding as they brightened, tendrils reaching for him in streaking, shimmering pulses, eventually coalescing into a strip of light in the spectrum of the rainbow. Undulating, it curled around a leg like an affectionate cat, causing him to cringe as it slowly moved upward.
“Don’t,” he cried as it reached his thigh.
It recoiled, then slowly took the form of a woman in white streaming threads of light. It moved toward him, trailing tendrils from its hair as it approached with arms outstretched.
“Lenore?”
There was no response as it embraced him, then taking his head in its hands, kissed him. Kissing him once more, it sundered the ether and ushered him into another world.
Caleb found himself walking down a dark road amid booming sounds and flashes of light highlighting high tension wires overhead. The air was alive with magnetism which made his skin tingle and hair stand on end. He looked up and sheets of color streak across the sky, trailing wisps of colored air that swirled and faded to the strains of flanged harmonic tones as “Somebody Calling” began to play. Once again notes waltzed forward to the bass and beat of the music. Goaded by an urge of unknown origin, he began walking again, enjoying it but finding it so strange. At one point he stepped to the edge of the road and found a bottomless darkness rent with distant flashes of light. He resumed his walk only to trip over something, a shiny curb-like structure running perpendicular to the length of the road. Curious, he ran his finger over its brass-like color and texture before being urged forward again. But it was not long before a sudden shift in the road made him stumble and fall. Neon figures appeared only to disappear into showers of sparks as high-tension wires crashed down upon them. But they weren’t sparks—those were notes! Then he realized those weren’t wires as an E flat minor 9th chord came crashing down, sending him sailing into space on a raft of flanged open harmonics. Looking back, he saw the neon white image of his Möbius friend wielding a neon white Stratocaster, all awareness lapsing into a tapestry of notes.
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That's what I love about playing bass- no pedals! Though I occasionally use the MXR Bass Chorus Deluxe and Phase 90 (the old one with the cursive script where you have to remove the back plate to replace the battery or plug a special power supply adapter to).
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Cool live performance- "China Grove''s cool bass line more prominent here- btw, what model bass is that? Never saw one with the open channels in the headstock before-
