SpondonBassed

Welcome Arpenteur.

Welcome Rich

Yes. All of those things and perhaps a couple you haven't listed too. It's happened to me and I dare say to many others reading as well. You're best moving on. You have no way of knowing what the future holds and you need to be able to hold your head up the next time you meet any of them. Poor communication still exists despite the always connected movement. I think you are a victim of that more than anything else. Who knows? The next meeting might be your dream opportunity.

That would have suited me better than being singled out and treated like a hot house flower. I grew to hate that school just because of that one Drama teacher. Had we not moved I'd be a far bigger misfit than I am now. Guaranteed.

Done that. Not doing it again if this is all I get:

I had the same thing when I had to perform with my Mum in the audience. I was in my early fifties! The performance was in a church. The sound of the building was huge. I hadn't sung in church before. Previously, as part of the congregation, I'd mouth the words and mumble a lot. I wouldn't be able to do that here. In my favour, one could not have chosen a better place for us to perform. We were at the acoustic focal point of the building so we were heard without amplification even when we were accompanied for a couple of tunes by the church band. I had always felt uncomfortable practising with either of my parents in the house. I think my experience in primary school made me careful about who was listening in case I was picked out and groomed as before. I kicked all of those fears into touch by singing with the Mixed Blessings choir of Spondon that evening. The job at hand took over as I remembered my lines and took my place in the harmony of voices. I was well practised, the audience were mature and had come to see the choir as the main event. I had the best feeling afterwards. Mum was more worried about getting home to her tea at the end. She was complimentary, naturally but it wasn't a big deal for her the way I had perhaps expected it to be. For me that was a bit of an anti-climax really but in a good way. Better late than never I suppose. There is no point in regretting decades of suppressing my singing voice now that I've found it again. I'd just suggest you try not to leave it as long as I did. I couldn't say what your reasons are/were. Maybe reading about mine will help.

It looks like a tidy solution. The drill stops look like they should work but have you tested them in this sort of application before? I'd consider Torx key fasteners over Allen key fasteners for longevity. They are flank driven instead of point driven and therefore less inclined to wear out the key that tightens and loosens them.

The best advice I can give any young person is to avoid teachers like that. One of mine decided that I was to be her prodigy and she made my life at school a daily bus trip to hell. It put me off music completely until I got through puberty and by then I was no longer a marketable prospect.

Hahahahaha! I'd love to think so. You made a good point and I shouldn't sneer at the notion because it is sound.

I've been to two. One was a Double Bass Bash. I had a good time at both of them. PS: Not that I'm in your region of course.

I remember following someone around Wembley roundabout three decades ago. He was singing his heart out like he was practising Opera. We were both on motorcycles. He was good, don't get me wrong, but don't think you wont be noticed by other motorcyclists and end up on YT. I'd have posted that had helmet cam technology been there then.

Yes fine. Until she kicks you out for looking sideways in the wrong direction and threatens to smash-up the wall display because she felt the look of the place needed 'freshening up'! (Rubs temples and chants) I'm going to retire to my special place for a bit.

Um... Has she put a ring on it yet? That sounds like the precursor to co-habitation. Just saying.

I did a year or so with a local choir when I first came to Spondon. I managed to do it long enough to perform in public a few times. I was one of about six regular male singers among thirty or so female singers. I tried to keep to practice and rehearsals but when my mum started to get into greater difficulty at home I could no longer guarantee that I would be able to attend despite putting my name down for forthcoming events. I stood down despite being urged to stay on because I felt it was unfair on the BL and the group in general. It's great experience. I have no regrets. In fact if I had not done it the opportunity to do so would've been lost as my care duties took over and made it difficult to guarantee my appearance at events towards the end. I am not in such a good position to join the choir again now that my duties have been discharged. What time I have is best spent on bass as that is where I really want to improve. Even a hobby bassist has to decide where best to spend time and effort to the sacrifice of other desirable but non-essential musical activities. I've learned that singing in a choir is not the same as singing solo with a lot of backing singers. It's important to deliver a vocal with as few frills as possible. Enunciation is crucial and relies on a good sense of timing for consonants, for example. I regarded it as a good foundation should I be called upon for BVs. Indeed, I sometimes think that I might have to become a singing bassist in order to have something to put before the punters at OMs. It's a start and if you have the time to commit I recommend it highly.

Not Les Hurdle then...?

Can I have a ninety nine please? Where does the ice cream come out?

This old debate again. We'll never know for sure and to be honest, I'd listen no matter which of the two accomplished players was responsible. Apologies to the OP but I am avoiding looking at that clip too. Nothing much to be gained from the analysis. Much more to be gained from playing the lines. Maybe this topic needs a subtle detour while BC elves delve into and compile earlier BC posts on the Jamerson/Kaye inquisition: Who played bass on the UK single release of Remember you're a Womble? Was it Tomsk Womble or Madame Cholet?

He's behind you Jeff! Yes. That made me smile when I learned about it.

Pa Clampett Because you can never Clampett enough.

Doesn't it all come down to how badly you need to sell your bass or indeed any object of desire? If you're desperate to pay the mortgage you might have the luxury of a month until the payment is due. If you are short on the household budget for the week you will want money a bit sooner than that and you would take a loss on the sale to make the deal. @TheGreek, I'd guess you aren't in either of those situations Mick. I won't suggest the pawn shop then.

Welcome Andy.

Dang! Thanks to @TheGreek's observation I now see a Victorian lady sat in her corset with a giant angry duck on her lap.

Welcome Malcolm. I am envious of your jamming band.

As we know from Andy's spaniel face top a couple of builds back, the hardware could render that a secret feature.

Yeah but 500 Miles at 150 bpm is not exactly marching pace... Heeheehee