And on to the MTD booth. Visiting MTD is always a bittersweet experience: the place is piled high with some of the most luxurious and beautiful pieces of art on the planet, but you can never play them, because there is invariably some professional jazz fusion dude who uses them and hangs out by the amp all day with a crowd of people surrounding him getting their collective socks blown off. The MTD booth is a great antidote for narcissism and high self esteem: one can spend all year improving oneself in all musical respects, and walk high and mighty thinking one is a pretty hot bass player with monster licks and glorious groove... and then watch some young guy completely shred your face off to the point where your soul, hopes, dreams, self image, and future dating prospects are mercilessly bulldozed flat, leaving you with nothing but despair and a half desire to lay down your bass and finally take up tuba like your grandmother always wanted.
Case in point, this dude:
who's so aware of how superior he is that he's willing to walk around in leopard print pajamas in public.
Anyway, here's the rest of the MTD goodness:
By accident, I walked into the Sandberg booth. These don't seem too well known here in the States, which is a crying shame. Gorgeous basses, with lovely fast necks and a nice thick jazzy sound. Their string tension grabbed my focus immediately: nice and tight, the way I like it. You can really dig into these basses and get some beautiful warm and middy tones, without the strings flopping and clanking all over the place.
A cool carved Warrior guitar, just cuz'
Andrew Gouche doin' his thang:
I made it a point to go check out the new/resurrected Peavey Cirrus basses. I've been curious about them, so I had to go in there and crank one of them up. Maaaaan, these things BARK! There's some serious attitude coming out of those pickups: hyper-punchy midrange and a fat bottom end that clobber you right in the gut. "Bark" is a good adjective for them; this isn't a bass with a smooth and sweet singing voice, or a bright slap happy spanker. This bass yells at you like an angry pit bull. I can't compare them to old USA made ones, because I've never played one, but after seeing the new ones in person, I'd be hard pressed to expect that much of a difference. The neck felt great, very similar to the Sandbergs. Kind of a medium-all-around profile, it was neither wide nor thin, neither fat nor slim. Fit in your hand well, with nice tight strings and low action.
One thing I did notice, it didn't seem to respond all that well to tapping. I'm sure I could improve things quite a bit with some different strings and a more personal setup and eq, but this bass really seemed to want to be played hard.
These Moscato basses were a nice surprise. A custom builder from France with some wicked body shapes and gorgeous woodwork. I think I might have liked these the most out of everything I've seen so far. the neck thickness along the back is nice and slim (I like slimmer necks like these and MTD's), and they had a beautiful thick, warm, and punchy sound. Not as aggressive or angry as the Cirrus basses, but I could definitely hear some similarities between these and a Smith or an MTD. Great string tension, and it picked up tapping and harmonics with ease. Just great basses all around.
I'll try to get more pics of them tomorrow.