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The most-thumbed book on my shelves (I love early Precisions), with "The Illustrated History" and Geddy Lee's book not far behind. This is also an interesting collection of bits and bobs... https://www.musicroom.com/tom-wheeler-the-fender-archives-hl00103138

Yeah, it was a really odd day all round! And the '51 is my #1 bass - I do occasionally take my 60s Jazz Re-issue out for a change, but always go back to the '51, it just works for me.

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! 🤦‍♂️

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?

Just bought a set of Lekato WS-50 wireless bugs off Bas. Straightforward deal with great comms, received the following day by First Class post, superbly packaged. Deal with confidence. 👍

My Ashpeg board, nice and simple (just like me, though the jury's still out on the "nice" bit... 🙃 )

Coincidentally, this just popped up on my FB feed via the "Basses I'd Like To Pluck" page... https://www.guitarworld.com/features/how-geddy-lee-found-his-sound-with-rush

Evil Blizzard, just the four bassists here (three fours and one fiver)... (line-up has changed slightly since, now down to just the three basses, plus one guitar and various random noises)

Three in regular use here. Ashdown Five Fifteen minirig - used for smaller indoor gigs on small stages, and for rehearsals prior to those gigs. Trace Elliot AH200 - purchased from @Deedee of this parish, occasionally used for small gigs on small stages paired with a Trace BLX-110 cab, or taken to rehearsal and paired with an Ashdown MAG210 cab (purchased off here many years ago from someone whose name escapes me now!) which lives at our studio (aka Mr Drums' old chicken shed). Ashdown MAG300-210 combo - purchased many, many years ago from @karlfer, my "big" amp for larger / outdoor gigs where I want a bit more whoomf. Signal is DI'd to desk from pedalboard for FOH, so all are basically for personal monitoring (and because both Mr Drums and Mr Lead Guitar like to hear and feel the bass on stage), though I guess the amp will also contribute something to the FOH sound.

Same as BigJHW, I bought one of Graham's spare straps, which arrived today neatly packaged and in perfect condition. Super-straightforward transaction and great comms throughout, deal with confidence. 👍

Aye, it wasn't bad - kept the rain off OK, but was rather flappy in the wind!

This was a two gig / two rig weekend. For the festival on Saturday, I took the Trace AH200 head plus BLX-110 cab as I knew space would be tight, and also wanted something I could shift easily in a hurry. For Sunday's beer garden gig, it was back to the good old MAG300 combo - much as I love the Five Fifteen minirig I've been using recently, it seemed a little bit lost the last time I used it outdoors, so I'm probably going to keep it for our small indoor / village hall gigs, and use the MAG for everything else going forward.

This weekend saw two outings for Rascallion, the first a short set at a local outdoor charity festival on Saturday, then a normal two-setter (again outdoors, in a semi-covered beer garden) at a local pub. All week, gloomy prognostications had been going around regarding the weather on Saturday, but after consulting the village pine cone, Anderby Rocks 2023 was declared a goer despite strong winds and occasional heavy showers. Having opened the festival last year, this year we were on fifth out of nine bands, with a 4:00pm slot. To cut a long story slightly shorter, the band before us overran by a good few minutes (I wasn't there when they went on, but presume they'd been delayed by previous bands themselves as they didn't get the hook at their scheduled finish time), so we were under a degree of pressure to just get on with it when it was our turn. To add to the fun, unlike all the other bands on the day whose 30 minute changeover slots featured a DJ (or in one case, a cheerleading demonstration) to keep the crowd entertained, ours featured a solo acoustic spot by another local musician. Originally the plan was he'd set up in front of the covered stage, but as it started lashing down just at that moment and he's a mate of ours, we agreed he could use the stage and we'd just work round him setting up (and also throw in the odd BVs / heckle here and there). In the chaos, we only managed a basic line check, and the sound guys never did get the monitor sound tweaked to our satisfaction - as a result we were all a bit tentative throughout, and felt we didn't really do ourselves justice, but several people complimented us afterwards on how good it sounded out front, and we had a few folks up and dancing for the second half of our set, so guess it can't have been as bad as we all thought. By dropping a couple of numbers we ended up doing just 35 minutes instead of the planned 45 to help the organiser (another mate of ours) to get things slightly back on schedule. It was great to see that when the rain arrived just before our set, a number of folks did leave, but the majority just put up their brollies or zipped up their waterproofs, and stuck it out until the sun reappeared. So, on to Sunday. The last time we played here was on a busy Easter Saturday, but today was a quiet Sunday on which the pub weren't doing food, there were several other events on in the area, and the weather forecast was again decidedly iffy (though not as bad as Saturday had been). We were scheduled to start at 2pm, but as of 1:55pm the audience consisted of two partners plus one dog, and two blokes sitting inside the pub. Fortunately, a number of folks arrived just after 2pm, so we eventually kicked off about 10 minutes late. As predicted by the pub, there was a further influx of folks at about 3pm for the Meat Raffle, so for the second set, whenever the sun came out the audience sitting in the covered area was swelled by a number of people coming out of the pub to watch, but who then disappeared back inside when it started raining again. The temperature also fluctuated significantly whenever the weather changed which led to rather more retuning being necessary than normal, and nice warm fingers turning into frozen ones, but we got through with only a few minor off-piste moments / brain freezes, and once again everybody was very complimentary afterwards. We're back at the same venue again late August Bank Holiday, so are hoping for a larger, more stable audience then! Next on the calendar is a short performance at the care home where Mr Lead Guitar's mother resides, followed the next day by a trip to an army barracks where they apparently want us to provide music from 4pm to 8pm for a Families Day thing, so we're aiming to do 45 minutes on / 15 minutes off each hour. Should be interesting to say the least, and we're going to have to add a few new numbers to our repertoire if we're not going to run out of material! We've also not rehearsed much recently due to people being away (me included), and it showed this weekend - definitely need to put that right over the next three weeks. Pic from Saturday, probably during "Have You Ever Seen The Rain"... 🫢

I used to use a Boss TU-2, but after an embarrassing incident when I didn't spot the little dot on the display so tuned the E string down to D# instead of D, I replaced it with an Ashdown BassOmeter which has a larger display (though even that was a struggle to read clearly in daylight at a festival). Also got a couple of clip-ons (a Joyo and a freebie from Reverb) as backups, but only really ever use them at home.

We've been asked if we'd be prepared to do an hour or so at the care home where Mr Lead Guitar's mother is a resident. We've all said we'd be happy to do it, but aren't entirely sure how our particular selection of country-rock / blues covers might go down. Guess we'll just have to wait and see if and when it takes place.

This works for me, though I can't say I've ever tried playing my bass immediately afterwards...

Usually it's a quick verse and chorus of our opening number (Green River) to check our basic sound's OK, a quick chorus of Dead Flowers to check the mandolin level, and a quick chorus of Learning To Fly (the Tom Petty one) to check the backing vocals. If we're adding a new number, we might give that a quick run-through as well.

The Doobie Brothers "Listen To The Music" (the 2014 version off the "Southbound" album).

As well as the aforementioned videos, also plays bass with The Dave Simpson Trio.

Have a good 'un! 👍

Oops, hit submit twice... 😳

Yeah, have to confess I've never "got" the Foos, but as a proud Poodle Dad, I totally got Josh Freese's vest... 🤩

A good point, well made. Age plays tricks on the mind, don'tcha know.... 😬