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Where were you when it happened?

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Sputnik: home listening to parents talk about it. "Duck & Cover" at school the next day.

Polio vaccine: my family & cousins' families went to my elementary school for sugar cubes.

JFK inauguration: watched on evening news at home. "Ask not ..."???

John Glenn orbit: watching on TV at school! TV at school! TV at school!

JFK assassination: in 7th grade Texas History class, interrupted on PA. Ironic, much?

Moon landing: at friend's house, about to go on double date. Like Neil & Buzz, but with girls!

OPEC embargo: just moved my wife & child 250 miles from home. Seemed a lot further then.

John Lennon shot: morning TV news the next day, before a very dreary workday.

Space shuttle Challenger: in company EH&S building. Again, ironic much?

Sept. 11, 2001: in major city traffic when everything stopped moving; unbelievable radio!

Space shuttle Columbia: evening news at home, called relatives in debris path.

TalkBass down: last relatives left my house after Easter dinner and I look at TB to relax, NOT!


Probably a lots of others I can't recall just now. ... ...
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All those posts about tort, and flats, and how Jaco wasn't all that ...
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Funny. I had just crossed the border into Canada - and that was no easy thing, believe me! I struggled to re-establish my phone and internet service, and eventually succeeded - except for this one site! Could it be an international snafu, some strange security block, or what? So I reached out to Paul D, and in the middle of a living TB hell, he actually found time to write back. That’s what I call customer service! Great to be back, y’all!
 
Jeff Berlin did it.

Like most of you, I was in the bathroom. After a few days, my conclusion was that a bunch of drummers banded together and got their revenge on us.

I'm not completely certain what I was doing when it went down, but whatever I was doing, I'm absolutely sure the drummer was at fault, and needs to be fired.

It's good to be back. My wife might disagree.

Plausible explanations.

OR...perhaps something even more sinister is afoot

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didn't even realize it till Wednesday evening when I clicked on a tab I had left open on TB and got the message about the fire.

Been too busy with work to spend time here this week sadly
 
They say there are moments in life so dramatic, so defining that you never forget where you were when it happened. The JFK assassination. 9/11.

I remember it like it was just last Sunday...

I was procrastinating when I reached for my phone to perhaps re-read a Dr. Cheese bass review or indulge in some of JimmyM's wisdom. I typed "t" into the search bar. Naturally Talkbass was the first autofill suggestion. I hit enter.

Nothing happened. "The site cannot be reached" my browser said. Nonsense. I hit refresh. Same result.

I jump over to the computer, perplexed as yet again I get the same result. Modem issues, I quickly and unconvincingly say to myself. The device resets and shows all green.

The site still cannot be reached. Panic ensues. I quickly flip on the news - no reports of mass panic from the bass player community. I must have been one of the first to realize what actually happened:

Talkbass was down.

How was I supposed to move forward from here? Spend time practicing?? Actually hone my craft?! My bass beckoned from the corner of my room. Perhaps now, it thought, this digital blackout would rekindle our relationship. Nonsense.

I dug through the basement for some old Bass Player magazines. It just didn't hit the same. No exuberant New Bass Day Posts. No effects threads where the topic appears to be focused on breakfast. Nothing.

I settled in for the long haul. It became clear that this was no minor outage. Mentally preparing for the road ahead, I gingerly grasped my long-neglected P-Bass and began to play. The low frequencies once again gently shook the four walls surrounding me. A feeling foreign, yet distantly familiar. Like a letter from an old friend, I felt an emotion thought forgotten: fulfillment.

I'm sure that many of you, like myself, will share your own harrowing tale of this week with our kin for generations to come. Every detail recollected in perfect focus, as if looking at a framed painting within your mind.

So tell me, fellow low-enders? Where were you when it happened?
I thought banned again at first. Then I pinged the server.
 
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They say there are moments in life so dramatic, so defining that you never forget where you were when it happened. The JFK assassination. 9/11.

I remember it like it was just last Sunday...

I was procrastinating when I reached for my phone to perhaps re-read a Dr. Cheese bass review or indulge in some of JimmyM's wisdom. I typed "t" into the search bar. Naturally Talkbass was the first autofill suggestion. I hit enter.

Nothing happened. "The site cannot be reached" my browser said. Nonsense. I hit refresh. Same result.

I jump over to the computer, perplexed as yet again I get the same result. Modem issues, I quickly and unconvincingly say to myself. The device resets and shows all green.

The site still cannot be reached. Panic ensues. I quickly flip on the news - no reports of mass panic from the bass player community. I must have been one of the first to realize what actually happened:

Talkbass was down.

How was I supposed to move forward from here? Spend time practicing?? Actually hone my craft?! My bass beckoned from the corner of my room. Perhaps now, it thought, this digital blackout would rekindle our relationship. Nonsense.

I dug through the basement for some old Bass Player magazines. It just didn't hit the same. No exuberant New Bass Day Posts. No effects threads where the topic appears to be focused on breakfast. Nothing.

I settled in for the long haul. It became clear that this was no minor outage. Mentally preparing for the road ahead, I gingerly grasped my long-neglected P-Bass and began to play. The low frequencies once again gently shook the four walls surrounding me. A feeling foreign, yet distantly familiar. Like a letter from an old friend, I felt an emotion thought forgotten: fulfillment.

I'm sure that many of you, like myself, will share your own harrowing tale of this week with our kin for generations to come. Every detail recollected in perfect focus, as if looking at a framed painting within your mind.

So tell me, fellow low-enders? Where were you when it happened?
I just hope someone remembered to fire a drummer over this.
 
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I though I was in Chrome by mistake (using Brave otherwise) and it had decided arbitrarily that I had too many redirects to talkbass and decided I was no longer qualified. Blame the most likely suspect....otherwise I've been enjoying the testimony of the doctor, expert pulmonologist. That's the kind of expertise that's worthy of the name.