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This weekend saw two rather odd outings for Rascallion, I'll split the saga over two posts! First up, on Friday afternoon we'd been asked to provide the entertainment for a "Family BBQ" at the care home where Mr Lead Guitar's mother resides. Given the poor weather forecast all week, we half-expected the event to be cancelled, but after a decent morning's weather they decided to go ahead with it. The original idea was for us to play under a canopy in the back garden, but by the time we were ready to set up it was looking a bit black over Bill's mother's (literally) and then the heaven's opened, so Plan B was rapidly invoked. After the half-dozen residents who were sitting comfortably in the front lounge had been moved out, we set up in there with me and Mr Drums tucked in the window bay (Trace AH200 + BLX-110 cab for me, cut-down electronic kit with just a kick, snare, hi-hat and single crash for Mr Drums) and the other three across the middle of the room, and proceeded to knock out a few of our gentler numbers (e.g. a somewhat ironic Sunny Afternoon, Have You Ever Seen The Rain?, and Handle With Care, while carefully avoiding the likes of Knockin' On Heaven's Door) to an appreciative audience composed of Mr Lead Guitar's mother, and a few members of staff who watched through the door from the corridor. After a short break for food (during which a few other relatives popped by to express their appreciation having listened to us from various other rooms), we did a couple more tunes but then had to draw things rapidly to a close when an undertaker turned up to...... umm...... make a collection. Anyway, the home have asked if we'd go back again and do an outdoor show for them some time as they'd enjoyed it so much, and we've also had an enquiry from someone wanting to book us for a local village fete! How rock 'n' roll is that, eh?

Saturday: O'Neills Leicester. Our singer/guitarist was away, so we did it as a 3-piece. Played the EBMM Sterling for a change. Decent crowd, the new songs went down well, all good. Half way through the first set playing one of the Rock 'n' Roll numbers, the singer unexpectedly introduces me to the crowd and shouts the two most bone-chilling words known to mankind.... "Bass Solo!" The colour drains from my face. Time stops. My hands turn to lead. I forget everything I have ever known about music. I am suddenly seven years old... cold, lost, lonely and afraid, adrift on an ocean of self-doubt. My life flashes before my eyes. The earth stops turning. I very nearly soil myself. The ghosts of my ancestors arise and turn up to watch. I pray for the sweet release of death. Time restarts, autopilot kicks in and I blunder through a barely servicable attempt at a solo as the sweat gushes from my every pore. The crowd goes ballistic, the whole place erupts in a frenzy of whooping and hollering. Joy is unconfined. Fireworks go off. That soldier kisses that woman in Times Square. Grown men weep tears of joy. World peace is declared. I recieve several offers of marriage. My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair. Oh, and the van's turbo unit broke on the way home, we had to limp up the M6 at 40mph. Terrifying, but not as bad as having to do a solo.

These are part of the bronze, silver and gold range. The bronze option is listen, seat but no view. The silver option is listen, no seat and no view The gold option is no listen, no seat and no view. Just don't turn up. I'm going with the gold option.

Superb gig at The Mill in Elstead, near Godalming as part of their Millfest event. Wasn't quite sure how well we'd go down but we actually went down a storm and received loads of great feedback. The sound guy who'd never heard us before came up to us after and said it sounded amazing and wanted to know about us and even another bassist said to me after, "from one bassist to another, you are an inspiration". That made my weekend 😁

Hi - Marcus here from Bass Direct, firstly a big apology to anyone who has not received first class service from any of us who work at the shop, it’s simply not good enough. The first point i would like to make is that the old site had no stock control system on it whatsoever, and relied on me or the other guys relaying items that had sold to Mark, who at the time was the only person with any access to the website to modify/adjust etc. Secondly, in terms of any late payments, missed payments etc, me and the colleagues have nothing to do with payments or accounting, we never have done, this solely lies with Mark, who currently is on holiday and continues to be until late August (so these can be slow), all we can do as colleagues again is pass on information to him and hope things are processed as quickly as possible. In terms of actual service in the shop and via emails, we really do try our best, it’s not easy when juggling a thousand jobs at once, especially when it comes to incorrect stock levels and general misinformation, which is something that should (mostly) be a thing of the past due to the new website with live stock levels, bare with us while we get everything completely sorted and up to date on this. If anyone has any outstanding issues or wants to talk openly about anything regarding previous orders or current issues then please make any emails out to me and I will personally see that they are dealt with with the most urgency, failing that just drop me a private message here. Sorry again on my behalf and I can only say I will be better from here on.

What it was like to be in a gigging band in 1976

Both made by J Douglas Guitars in Leeds. First was the multi coloured, so pleased with that I asked John to make another, this being active.

(bear with me, there is bingo content) Many years ago when I lived in Swindon, my blues-rock trio (Hendrix, Gary Moore, ZZ Top etc, and though I say so myself we were really good) had a booking at the Plessey Social Club... when we walked through the door, we lowered the average age in the room by about 40 years. As we set up, I could feel the glares from the light-&-bitter brigade burning holes in the back of my head. We had backline and a vocal PA only, nothing DI'd or miked up -- Steve the drummer was first to get set up, he sat down and picked up a stick and hit his snare drum ONCE... and I heard a croaky old voice from out in the shadows say, "ooh, it's a bit loud...". Predictably the first set was horrendous, every song met with almost total silence apart from a few “turn it down!”s from some of the oldies and some muted applause. One of them even walked up mid-song, stood right in front of me and stuck his fingers in his ears and bellowed “It's TOO LOUD”. It really wasn't. Our amps were barely ticking over. The end of the first set couldn’t have come soon enough for me. During the interval, the club MC asked if he could borrow one of our mics to do the bingo. (see, I told you!) Eventually we couldn’t put the second set off any longer and trudged dejectedly to the stage. I was just putting my bass on when a woman approached me. I thought, if she tells me to turn it down I’m just going to pack up and sod off home, and to hell with the fee. But she said cheerfully, “OK lads, all the miserable old farts have bugggered off home, they only come for the bingo... you can turn it up now”. So we did... needless to say, the second set was a lot better and we never set foot in there again.

If you were properly purist you'd just have an upright bass and no amp.

Cici here! Well, sadly I can’t help being a girl, and I have long hair because I like it. It has nothing to do with my playing, and I’ve never rested on my looks to gain followers, nor am I interested in anyone who does. I take great pride in being the best musician I possibly can be, and it’s about the music for me. I also dedicate a lot of my time to trying my best to help other people pick up the instrument, sharing any info I have, and seeing where I can push the instrument in my solo bass jams. I’m not interested in being an ‘instagram girl’ so please don’t diminish me to that, and take the time to truly look at what I do (whether you like it or not is fine). Thank you.

A rare double bass pic! From Rebellion last week...

And so, onto Saturday, which saw me travelling the hour or so across to the Prince William of Gloucester barracks in Grantham where we'd been booked to provide some entertainment / background music at the Army Training Regiment's Pass Off Parade event. Nothing much in the way of details had been forthcoming since we originally took the date, but the general idea seemed to we'd do two, maybe three, 45-minute sets some time between 4pm and 8pm while folks were partying. We then got a message last week saying they were bringing the event forward due to the weather forecast, so wanted us there at 10:30am, with a view to starting at 1:00pm or thereabouts. No worries, an earlier start should mean an earlier finish,which was fine by us. As forecast, the weather on Saturday was pretty foul, so when the two Corporals who'd been tasked with arranging things gave us a choice between a small, rather wet, open-sided stage with a canvas canopy, or a large, mostly dry, solidly-canopied decking area outside the bar opposite (where the audience were originally going to be while we played on the small stage), we obviously opted for the latter. After helping the two Corporals move half a dozen heavy stone benches out of the way, we got everything set up and ready to go, accompanied by the distant sound of the band on the parade ground doing their stuff as the successful recruits paraded, and their families watched on and got wet. This is when things started to get interesting... 12:30pm The parade finishes, the various service personnel and much-smaller-than-expected crowd of guests wander back from the parade ground, and mostly disappear into the bar in search of food and drink. Corporal #1 informs us that they'd like us to go on at 2:00pm, after a performance by a troupe of African dancers (whose presence had never been mentioned until now). Oh, and could the dancers put their music through our PA? Fine, says we, and the Corporal disappears in search of a suitable connector so he could attach his sooper-dooper new iPhone containing said music to our desk via our drummer's not-at-all-compatible-with-a-sooper-dooper-new-iPhone lead. 2:00pm Corporal #1 returns clutching the necessary connector, the very funky tribal music erupts from our PA, and the African dancers (four very smiley ladies) start shaking and shimmying their stuff on the now *very* wet small stage. 2:20pm The dancers finish their performance (very enjoyable it was too, a definite burst of sunshine on an otherwise miserable grey day), and we finally launch into our opening number in front of the small number of people who'd gathered on the decking with us to watch the dancers. 2:45pm After we've played our first five numbers to a smattering of applause, Corporal #1 intervenes and says they want to do the raffle now, so we stand down and let them get on with it (using our mic and PA, obvs). 3:15pm Raffling finally finishes and we strike up again, totally ignoring the setlist now and just cherry-picking from our more upbeat numbers in an attempt to engage with the few remaining spectators. 3:25pm Two numbers in, and Corporal #1 asks us to pause so the African dancers can do their second peformance, which is just as entertaining and sunshiney as the first. 3:35pm The dancers finish their performance, and on we go again. This time we manage a whole two and a half numbers before Corporal #1 approaches me (fortunately during Roadhouse Blues, so nothing too complex) and asks would we be able to move into the bar, and carry on in there? By now, all the guests who'd attended the event were long-gone, and the only people left in the bar appear to be regulars ftom the camp, including umpteen small children racing around. We finish Roadhouse, break down all the gear, cart it into the smaller room off the side of the bar (carefully avoiding the aforementioned small children in the process), set it all up again, then sit around noodling while waiting for somebody to come and tell us when, and for how long, they want us to play. 4:55pm The two Corporals reappear, and ask if we could start playing now and see if anybody comes in from the bar to watch. We play another three numbers, to an audience composed of the two Corporals and the odd small child running in and out. Nobody else in the building shows the slightest bit of interest. 5:20pm Commonsense finally prevails, and we're dismissed. As we broke down the gear for the second, and last, time, our two new best friends were very apologetic about how things had panned out, and also very grateful to us for just going with the flow. To be fair, they had no control over the weather, and we'd already been paid twice our usual rate so couldn't be too bolshy! Might things have worked out better if they'd put us (and the dancers?) in the small room off the bar right from the start? Maybe, but ultimately they were just following orders... As an aside, I suppose it was inevitable that I'd get gear-stalked for the first time ever on such a strange day! While we were still standing around waiting to be told when to start, surrounded by folks eating. drinking, and generally milling about, one of the guests came over and commented how nice my '51 Precision Reissue looked. In the course of a brief natter, it turned out he had an old (1980's?) Ibanez Blazer and a Yamaha something-or-other himself, but in the general confusion I never did think to ask whereabouts he was from, who he played with, and whether he was a BC member! 🤦‍♂️

Had a great gig on Saturday, small crowd but everyone enjoyed themselves which is the main thing! Got a break for the rest of August as multiple band members are on Holiday and didn't co-ordinate 😪

Two gigs this weekend. Saturday was the Exchange, a pub that loves its blues rock, and we had a great night with much uproarishness. The vocalist of a very good local classic rock band was in, and he congratulated us at the end. You can see I was prepared for a boisterous evening. On the subject of bass stands, I have a 'new' car and forgot to put, my stands in it., After encores I rested it on the bach of a wall seat, and it slid over. I thought it had knocked the G. We got hauled back for a final song, so we did Sultans of Sing as we've never played it live, I checked the G, and it needed a tiny tweak and we dived in. Of course, my A string was almost half a semitone flat. I gave up trying to tune it on the fly, muted myself and used a tuner, got back in time to finish the first verse! This afternoon was a small benefit for Alzheimer's in Llanelli. We all underestimated the travel time, and the drummer was quite late. The acts and landlady were very helpful and swapped round, so we could go one about an hour late. It wasn't packed, but was slowly filling up over the day until we left about half six. We were very different from the other bands/performers - swing jazz to the jazzy end of blues, so I was worried how we would go down, but it was great and the landlady said we were bloody amazing and should insure our guitarist's fingers. My partner and I stayed around, so we saw about five other acts. Not a paying gig, but we have been invited back to do a full gig for them.

A photo from last night's gig.

Two more weddings over the weekend. Friday - The West Mill in Derby. Played here a bunch of times before. Load in up a flight of stairs which is mildly inconvenient but the fact that guests are eating on a completely different floor and therefore not bothering us is more than compensation. 95db limiter but in reality its not a bad one and we definitely were over that all night without any issues. Bride, groom and guests were rough as anything and, fueled by lots of booze and an abundance of Colombian nose powder, they did pretty much everything in the book to be as obnoxious and downright rude as possible. Venue were very keen to tell us the million rules we were forbidden from breaking and not even remotely interested in doing anything about the blatant drug usage going on. We did the minimum and packed up and got out of there. Saturday - Upthorpe Woods nr Bury St Edmunds. Unusual outdoor woodland venue which would have been ace in anything other than Saturday's torrential downpours. We set up in the only real indoor space which was essentially a huge shed with a hollow wooden floor and a tin roof. Acoustics sounded like a huge shed with a hollow wooden floor and a tin roof. Bride, groom and guests were perfectly pleasant but not the wildest bunch you'll ever meet. Best part of the night was the pizza and the 11pm curfew. Home by 1am was definitely a welcome bonus. This coming weekend we are in Maidstone on Friday and then Ceredigion on Saturday so will spend most of the weekend driving. Oh the joys.

Sadly I'm a lot less tempted to buy from a European seller as a result of Brexsh*t. Whereas I may have taken a chance on a bass before, I now have to REALLY want it and the price has to be HUGELY competitive in order for me to even think about it...

We had a Sherpa at one time called Van the Man. Painted matt black and having an MOT by the skin of its teeth, The Mystery Machine it was not. Across the top of the main interior section, was a kind of cross-bar - known as The Trophy Bar, and as time progressed, it became festooned with, shall we say, 'women's dainties'. Now our drummer had a live-in girlfriend of whom he was very proud. He bought her some fancy lingerie and went on and on about it. One night we picked him and her up in the van and headed for a gig. Unbeknownst to either, while I had engaged them in conversation in their kitchen, our guitarist had galloped upstairs, into their bedroom, found her underwear drawer and purloined aforementioned lingerie. After the gig, they were proudly flying from the crossbar, much to the amusement of guitarist, keyboard player and me - a couple of others were around scrounging a lift home. The drummer saw these and went ballistic. I'm laughing as I type this. God know how they reconciled after that event. Great days. 😎

On @Andyjr1515's recommendation I've used calligraphy ink with great results. I just wiped on with a household kitchen sponge, one of those with a scourer on the back. It's water based so can be easily watered down to achieve a lighter shade, and to a degree mistakes can be wiped off with a damp cloth. Can be oil finished, lacquered or waxed over once dry to any degree of matt, satin or gloss. Here's an old Kay neck through that I stained the body wings on then lacquered over.

Wow! That story is hard to top. I can relate to all of it. We had something similar happen with a bunch of Irish dancers and musicians. I occasionally play my 51 Precision re-issue. Blue

I started out on the working men’s club / social club circuit in late 1983, early ‘84 around Durham and Teesside and it was still a bit like that video. Bingo. Pie ‘n’ pea suppers. Meat raffles. Backing the strippers. Supporting Roy Chubby Brown and all that. I hated the music (chart covers and standards, sometimes C&W) plus I was underage, so I only really did the gigs so I could drink beer on a school night. Eventually got blacklisted / barred from a lot of the mining town venues after a particularly grim two-set gig at some utter hole in Cleveland, maybe 1987 or 88. The first set we got barely any response from the punters. Slow handclaps, grumbling, etc. We weren’t very good but we usually got away with it, but this time even for us it was a tough crowd. So in the pie supper interval we nipped out to a late opening newsagents / mini supermarket and bought a couple of põrñø mags (possibly Razzle) and made paper planes out of them. During our second set a few punters were already p***ed and had actually started dancing to us so we chucked the pôrñø paper planes into the audience to try and liven things up. There was a brief exciting moment when a couple of women saw stuff being thrown into the audience and they picked up a plane, and then their faces dropped when they saw what the planes were made of and the audience scarpered after that. We got rushed out of the venue, didn’t finish the gig and didn’t get paid. Looking back, we were lucky not to have had our heads kicked in as well. Never played a working men’s club again, anywhere after that. Silver linings and all that 😂 Oh, and our band was absolutely, diabolically terrible. I’m surprised we got any gigs in the first place, we were that bad. There can’t have been any worse bands than us on that circuit at the time. (By the way, I don’t condone the pòrñø planes behaviour, I only ever did it that one time and I certainly wouldn’t do it again. It was a flipping stupid idea. If anyone reading this is thinking “that sounds like a laugh, let’s do it at a gig” - don’t!)

I have to admit that from my point of view, Brexit has had very little effect on the numbers of instruments being posted and the revenue generated from ads. I suppose it’s created a stronger domestic market in some ways although personally I think paying import duty for used basses from somewhere else is absolute BS.

Not all effects are pedals Not all pedals are effects Not all effects make spaceship noises

Same here. 1983, and I was in a 7-piece funk outfit. But, to finance recording, etc, The core of that unit used to play the workingmens' clubs from time to time. One place, we did 45 minutes of quick-steps. bossas, etc, then stopped, as the punters had a chicken in a basket followed by a bingo session. Then an hour of standards/oldies, and a DJ rounded off the night. The Miners' Welfare clubs were full of rabble and raucous behaviour. We used to slip in an original to test them out and sometimes beer mats with 'F*** Off!' scrawled in Biro came flying onto the stage. Fending off the advances of drunk women whose equally-drunk husbands smouldered in their seats was another joy. 'Gie's a kiss, sonny! Come an' sweep ma auld lum oot!' 😵 An agent got us a weekend of gigs in Easington, Durham and another place I can't remember. Absolutely grim. Unreceptive audiences, and on the Durham gig, the Convener disappeared and we never got paid. We got back to Edinburgh, finding that we had only made £100, after taking off fuel. I refused to do any more of these gigs after that Below is the most miserable place I have ever, ever played!

Seems that Beyoncé wants $155 for tickets to hear, but not see her perform. The seats have no view as they're behind the stage but you'd be able to hear her so... that'll be $155 please. Cheapest seat with some sort of view, albeit probably on a screen...$300. Can't help thinking that we're just so lucky to have people like this to entertain us.

Colin Crompton, IIRC?! Most northern clubs had a Concert Secretary, who’s job was to source the bands and performers appearing ( usually via one or maybe two agents ) and then ensure the evening went well. Any problems (bands being late / too loud / not up to standard etc.) were dealt with by him. Most of them had little or no idea of music / entertainment in general but did it for the kudos and probably free ale. They in turn usually had to answer to ‘the committee’ , a group of similar blokes, so you can imagine why club bands were tolerated rather than respected. Bingo was the main draw in clubs, and 3x30 or 40 minute sets were fitted in around the games, throughout which dead silence was expected. In Hull they had a thing called Link or Allied bingo, where most of the city’s clubs combined to play for large sums via a telephone link. This was deadly serious stuff - when I was in a resident club house band we played most weeks, and actually won it twice! Prize on a Saturday night was around £1100, which was quite a lot in the 1980’s.

The whole point of having a web site with a buy now button next to items for sale is so you don't have to deal with humans and can purchase something with a few clicks. And their email service should be completely separate and not at all affected by any changes to the web site.

We’ve just changed our drummer, in part because the old one couldn’t be arsed to count in on time and refused to use a metronome app to help him. It culminated with him counting in Rio at our last gig with him so fast I could barely keep up until some how we got it under control. New drummer uses an iPad with a note of the bpm and metronome for the whole set. It’s basic stuff, like using a tuner instead of relying on tuning by ear.

We are nice to everyone. This isn’t TalkBass

Does anyone run a simple set-up anymore? I'm seeing bass players these days with crazy pedalboards in front of them. The only pedal I have is a Polytune. What happened to bass, lead, amp?

After much, much, much consideration of late, and despite having gone to largely shorties over the last 3 years, I acquiesced to my inner beast and picked this up from @Bassman Sam of this parish today. Firstly, thanks for being a diamond with last minute arrangements etc. Sam and the best of luck with the knee op as and when that happens. Anyway, whilst far from a new offering these days, the bass is as good as I’d read and hoped for. The pickups are absolutely bloody marvellous. Very much looking forward to cranking it through a big amp with my massively noisy drummer. Thanks again, Sam.

...looks like i'm gonna need a bigger board... </Jaws> To make up for, or detract from, my rather bassic(!) and rudimentary playing - plus being a big Hawkwind fan - I likes a bit of 'movement'... Chorus was cheap and sounds really nice and subtle... so tracked down the matching Phaser... Boss Mimics me thinks? with the addition of Level to the 2 Pot CE, and 3 Pot PHr (Resonance) variant of the original 2 Pot PH I had the Amdek Kit Versions in the 80s. Shame they are long gone. Even small 2 rail pedal boards are tall at 13cm but biggest problem is too much gap... just to show how small they are compared to a normal size pedal Still got to sort a big of wood or ally plate 25cm 10" ish x 10cm 4" ish Any other ideas for a board?... might do some skip-raiding for odds 'n ideas.

I spoke to the guys at Jaydee a couple of days ago. My Series 1 with crescent inlays is under construction, and may be ready next month!!! No pics yet, but it's exciting knowing that it's arrival is drawing near.

Well, since it's you.... The Commando preamplifier section is essentially a FET version of the V-Type valve preamplifier. The schematics (obviously taking in to consideration the differences between valve and transistor needs) are remarkably similar! For recording or feeding in to another amplifier, you've a v-type on the cheap, kinda!

all the combos are available. Check with your local dealers first! https://nordstrandaudio.com/pages/dealers

I think I have seen at least ten basses I would love to buy (like that beautiful Carvin fretless or a lovely Smith) but unfortunately the taxes and the whole hassle turned me away.. I bought a lot of fantastic basses around here and had excellent transactions with everyone..it's a pity that has changed which has nothing to do with the members themselves naturally..

Welcome to Basschat, @CiciBass. Ignore the grumpy old men - they haven't had their Werthers Originals today.

Having owned one for a while I think the best features are: Greater comfort, lighter weight (on the whole by quite a margin), an active passive switch and, it's probably heresy and I will be burned at the stake, the preamp to me seems better thought out. I shall now await the MM police with some trepidation

Some people have told me I shouldn't even be using a bass...

Deaf and blind people...

I spent a lot of time in WMC land in my first few bands. So many memories of doing gigs in these places, and the programme mentioned above ( as well as a bit of ‘Phoenix Nights’) brought a lot of it back. Despite often being frustrating, it did prove a great training ground for me in many ways, musically and socially. I was the youngest player in those bands, and still living at home. Never told my parents what went on - my first ever paid gig was playing for a stripper! My drummer mate got offered the dep gig but was scared to go on his own, so I joined him and we split the fee. Medium sized club full of drunk blokes, it was certainly a massive eye opener for me - we made a pact not to tell anyone in case it got back to our folks. A band I was in during the late 70’s had a Transit, although ours was an ex Lincolnshire Health Authority ambulance! Bought from an auction, it came straight from NHS service, and had various medical items concealed in cubby holes all over the rear section, much to our amusement. Main problem with it was fuel consumption though - engine was a Ford 3 litre V6 job, and you could almost see the fuel gauge going down as we drove. Went like stink but unfortunately often attracted attention from the police as it looked like a standard ambulance but contained 4 scruffy blokes and often girlfriends too. (Unfortunately the ‘blues and twos’ had been removed prior to us buying it, probably for the best.)

At that Easington gig I mentioned above, we had some of that. 'Too loud' 'Play something we know! The heckling was constant, and I turned to the guys and said, 'F*** it, I've had enough!' and unplugged my bass. Then one of the officials came up to us and said if we didn't finish the set, then we wouldn't get paid. We played another half hour. losing interest as the baying crowd sensed defeat. We loaded out to cat-calls and boos.

Me too. Bass - lead - amp. Clip-on tuner. I like to keep everything simple. Just my preference, each to their own.

This thread makes me sad. The idea that what was once a relatively expensive musical instrument has been reduced to having no value, and people are actually destroying them as entertainment. I would love to have a proper piano. We used to have one in the family (it originally belonged to my Gran) but when my sister who was the last owner decided she no longer wanted it, I said I'd have it, only to work out that I wouldn't be able to get it into any room in my house without taking down actual walls! I think it left behind in her garage when she moved. On the other hand it should probably also serve as a cautionary tale for those paying over-inflated prices for "vintage" Fenders and enormous amps and cabs. There will be a time when no-one wants them either.

Looks like the guitarist didn't get the dress code memo

Am sure I’m not the only one on here who was in a band like this? Great find, thanks for posting!

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